Rachel bent down to examine the contents of her bag. Now Bob forgot all about her legs, there was only one thing occupying his mid now, she had fantas...ic tits and he had a great view of them. The same sea-green lacy bra was doing a sterling job of containment, pressing them together to form a cleavage that was have been every bit as inviting to his hand as her legs had been in his over active imagination."Yes they are." Her voice shattered his fantasy."Pardon ?" They are real, 100% mine, I. Among them was a stern looking man, a fair looking lady and two girls, one looked older than the other maybe about twelve.At first he thought nothing of it, but another glance at the twelve year old he thought something different. Seeing her long brown beautiful hair swaying in the wind, her small clear face with no bumps or blemishes, with little rose petal colored lips. The most perfect body he had ever seen. It made him aroused, unusual thoughts started to fill his head. Was he wrong, this. ." started Amit but he could not finish the statement."Looks like a curvy mature Indian female, perhaps?" smiled Rekha, still over her shoulder.It took Amit a moment to realise that his mother was quoting the exact wording of the first part of the advertisement. "Um, yes," was all that he could respond as he tried to decide if it was a coincidence or if his mother had placed the advert."I got your letter," Rekha said softly, now turned to face her son."Wwwhat letter?" stammered Amit."The one. Ok heres the problem. She turned the tap on and the sink filled up without the plug in. It does drain but takes forever. Ive asked my husband to look at it but hes always busy. She continued Ive also poured drain cleaner down it but that didnt seem to work. Right ok, what Ill do is have a look under the sink and check the pipes. I said to her putting my tool box down. Great she said will you need me for anything? She asked. Not just now Mrs Abbot. If I need you or finish, Ill give you a shout..