Tab to gadbad ho jayegi.i sent another sms-kya tum bura maan gayi? She replied: no phufaji but ye saamne baithane waali baat thik nahi hai.i said ok n... problem.phir isi tarah hamare friendly sms chalte rahe.we became close friends like.Phir one day mujhe kuch kaam para mumbai jaane ka.tab maine usi airline se ticket karaya jis main sonal kaam kar rahi thi.mujhe char din mumbai rukna tha. Maine apna reservation hotel taja main hi karaya tha.phir mumbai pahunch kar maine sonal ko sms kiya-sonal. For just a moment, I thought she’d woken up in a good mood. Then she muttered, “Damn. I have to pee.”I smiled and kissed her head, giving her boob a soft caress.“Stop groping me,” she muttered with no force, holding my hand in place.“Good morning.”“What’s good about it? It’s raining. I hate rain. What day is it?”“Monday.”“I hate Mondays.”Smiling with amusement, I caressed her sexy boob again; so firm and arousing. Blood flowed. My penis stirred. I remembered sucking her breast, the feel of her. I was so turned on by my depravity and could only imagine how it looked to have a cop fucking a naked woman with his night stick as dawn broke.."You got more company Kitty but I think you should go home - we know a group of 14 year olds fucked you last night and that is statutory rape. We won't arrest you as long as you visit the station every Friday at 10pm understand? Oh and in case you want to do this again choose a more discreet place - this park is under constant surveilance - we have. It was the Kitchen, and sitting at the farend around a round table were Miss Gill and the woman I considered to bemy archenemy, Aunt Joan.Both women sat in silence. I moved to the centre of the room, and stoodwith both hands in pockets."Where's my room?" I demanded.Miss Gill continued to stare at me in silence. Aunt Joan took a sip ofher tea, placed the cup back on its saucer and stood up. Turning towardsMiss Gill, and at the same time stooping to pickup her bag, she snapped,"Well you know what.