I was thinking what should I do now. I decided that as she is staying longer than is needed and she knows we are alone in the house and she also knows...that I am interested in her, so she must be willing to take the next step. So I went inside and closed the door.She was standing near the door. I just went behind her and tried to embrace her. The moment I did so, she jumped and started pushing me away and said what are you doing??? She was stern in her voice and pushed me very strongly. But I. I voiced aunty and she replied from another room aa ree hun eku tum baithon bachon ko sulla rahi hun. I liked and my hearts stared beating too faster when she called me eku it was village so there was no TV and so I took out my mobile open facebook and listening music via Nokia wireless headset. She came and sat very close to me and I switch my mobile and took a long breathe I was tempting like fire when sat very closed to me then I asked sorry haan main jaan buj kar nahi aayaa thaa, she. He’d changed his name for the sake of his art. Morgan Dennis was unreadable. She had black hair, always tied in a tight bun. She never quite looked straight at you, even when she was talking to you. She dressed in baggy jeans and a sweatshirt, even in the heat of July, so who knew what she was shaped like?We were there to learn the fine art of painting on wet plaster—affresco. I’d painted two wall murals, but they were both on dry surfaces—a secco.We spent the first week mixing plaster with. I met him at the location and he looked good with tummy and fair skin. We greeted each other and he said he would like to take me to a private place where we could have fun and I got excited about this. He parked his bike near a shop and we both started on my bike. He took me to a secluded place behind TCS which was open area and was very dark because of the night.Although it was behind TCS, I could hardly see anyone in that place.And having fun in outdoors is one among my many fantasies and I.