“Rajiv, come in. Shweta, you didn’t recognize Rajiv? Preeti’s son?” Bhakti told me. I looked him up and down.“I can’t believe, is he the s...me boy who grazed his knees when he slipped and fell in kitchen? How he howled? But he was so small’ I exclaimed.Rajiv smiled ” Shweta Aunty, that was ten years back, even your son Rahul was crawling some time back.” He came in and said his Mom wanted few tomatoes if we could spare.I went to the fridge and brought some. I could feel his eyes boring into my. ”“A gentleman, Dan, not yet that old,” she smiled beautifully. She always was beautiful, I remembered.Connie sat next to me, depositing her bags on the floor by her legs, which still looked good, I noticed. “We were best friends once, a long time ago ... And, like you, I miss your Mary.”I started at the mention of my late wife. Even after five years the void she left was manifest. I never knew that my wife was acquainted with my childhood sweetheart. I met and married Mary in a different town. He then put his finger inside her pussy again and started finger fucking her. Bela leaned back and moaned in pleasure as he got her juices flowing. She started pressing her own boobs and looked at Riaz with half-closed eyes as his fingers kept going in and out of her cunt."Okay, nicely wet and ready now." he said. I knew what he meant by that. I was almost about to yell out for them to stop, when Bela opened her eyes completely and said."Ready for what?" she asked. Ah, she would put a stop to. What he did do, instead, wasstammer like an idiot as he introduced himself.Jenny Johnson was every bit as gorgeous as her sister, Stephanie. Shehad blonde hair, streaked with yellow and orange so that it looked likewisps of fire, and her wide eyes, framed by long, luxuriant lashes, wereazure, the color of a cloudless summer sky. A thin, straight nose ledhis gaze downward, past the high, apple cheeks, to lush, smooth lips,pink and soft as the petals of a rose. Silver earrings, set with.