He greeted me and we sat on the porch. He, his wife and I started to discuss the designs.His wife was so much active in the discussion and kept sugges...ing many ideas. I came to know that she is the one who is gonna manage the coffee shop and her husband is the investor. From her ideas, I concluded that she is a confident woman with a fine taste in the art and music. I looked her from top to bottom. She was wearing a blue color floral long gown that elegantly fit her not-so-lean-but-not-so-busty. Main-kya loge thanda ya garamAunty-smile ke sath garamMaine chai mngwayi bahr se pine lge aunty ko pasine se sb bheega hua toh usne pallu gira diya thoda neeche aur meri nazar uspe jaa rhi thi.Aunty-kya dekh rhe ho pehle nhi dekheMain-aise majboot tarbooz nhi dekheAunty-acha hsne lgiMain-uncle toh roj juice Peete hongeAunty-gusse se kaha namard hai sala kuch ni hotaMain-main koi help krduAise dheere aunty ka hath pakd liya aunty muskarane lgi kehti chodo besharm. Maine usko pakd kr god mein. . What is she doing?” I asked myself, than she went down my legs, she scrubbed gently but rough, I needed that after a whole day of hard work. She spread my legs and I felt the warm towel rub on my pussy “No” I said turning around “don’t worry sweetie” she said smiling “you need someone right now to pamper you” and she groped my pussy “but… “ I felt her fingers slide in me and her lips were pressed on mine. “Oh shit” I thought, but I didn’t stop her, I kept staring at her while her tongue moved. )But she was not a happy little girl. That Christmas five years earlier turned a magic day into an X-missed day, crossing out any joy she had. Nancy now saw around her the glitter turned to greed, the tinsel to tackiness, pixies into profiteers, charm to charlatanism, Santa into a cynical salesman, and Christmas into crass commercialism. For her, Santa was not only unreal, he was dead. And that's how she felt too.But if you wish upon a star or cast your fate with a coin in the fountain; if you.