Anjali : if you think so.

I held Anjali by the ass and brought her closer.

My other hand slipped under her t-shirt and caressed her breast.

Tarak : but last time? Got it?

Anjali nodded.

Anjali : don't mind if he want to suck on these again. Then I'll let him do that.

Tarak : Oh you will, is it?

Anjali : one last time, as you said!!

We kissed and I squeezed her breast some more.

Anjali broke off first and turned me around.

Anjali : Go now (she said in desperate  kinda tone). I'll come soon.

Tarak : I know you despo.

She giggled again.

I walked back to the living room, where the delivery man was sitting and waiting on the sofa.

He sat up straight upon my arrival.

Raj : is everything okay, sir?

Tarak : of course, she just gonna bring some coffee for you. She made it for me.

I smiled.

His anxiety melted away and he nodded.

Tarak : Anjali..

Anjali : Coming, darling!

I waited with a look on the kitchen with my notebook open and wait her to emerge out of the bedroom.

The delivery boy Raj, seen her shameless side but still not expecting her to come out topless, gasped when he saw her.

There she was, standing in front of him with her breasts on full display and doing nothing to hide them. .

She placed a hand on her belly and smiled at him.

She went into the kitchen.

Raj looked at me.

Raj : you're very lucky, sir. You have such a beautiful wife.

Tarak : so you, without even any reason you tasted those breasts and watching them again. Just like last time."

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