It was in voluptuous emerald green, short satin sleeves protruding froma square shaped neckline with double breasted large buttons accentuatingthe bust and nipped-in bodice, below which the pencil skirt tailoredtightly down to a thick edging of slipper satin that flared out justbelow the knee-line.Swathed in her satin gloves, she did not experience the full lushness ofthe slipper satin but as she bent her knees slightly and began slowlypulling up the frock over the nylon calves then the taffeta slip, shecould feel the sleek satin lining slithering up over her thighs and thenover her slip as she tugged and wiggled to bring it into place over thesatin panels of her corselette.Gosh, it was tight she thought but luckily the satin restraining panelsof her undergarments and the sheerness of both her petticoat and frocklining helped ease it up so that she could pull the lined bodice andneckline up and over her shoulders. Deftly she adjusted the skirt partbefore enclosing her body in the. My eyes were drawn as usual but I controlled myself.Soon we got ready and started. He had driven us to the mall and we went inside a North Indian restaurant. We ordered the food. I was looking at the menu attempting to avoid looking at Di. Food arrived and we started eating. Jiju started looking at her and he lovingly fed her.It was loving to watch them. But at the same time, it was hurting me. I was feeling jealous for the first time because of that. My face showed its uneasiness. Di was uncomfortable as well. She was looking at me while Jiju was feeding. She probably sensed my discomfort. But she had to take it in.I bent my head and continued eating. Soon we finished and I went to the restroom. I washed my hands. I was walking over to our table and I could see Jiju kissing her cheeks and moving away. I knew Jiju must be missing her and he was trying to show his love.But still, it made me feel bad. I waited for a minute and then went once they settled back. We paid the bill and went.
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