He pushed me back into the cushions, and felt of me through my shirt. Nobody else had ever touched me like this. Or maybe I had never felt like this w...th anybody else. Not that I had ever been with anybody else that mattered. Our breaths grew shallower by the second, as he was not giving either of us time to breathe. His hands played at the hemline of my shirt, while mine traveled up his neck and knotted themselves in his hair. His surprisingly soft fingertips traced the outline of my body. .. and then I was wondering if you could change a shower head for me.”Smiling, I said “No problem, assuming you’ve got the replacement. Would ten be too early?”“Yes got it yesterday. That will be fine, Bryn.” was her grinning reply, brandishing a box.I had a party I was going to that night, and yes, alcohol was involved. I’m not sure what time I arrived home, but I do know that Mum was a bit agitated as she roused me up at about nine, reminding me of having to help Mrs. Fisher today. I groaned. Or uske saamne khada hone ki wahze se usse mera lund dikha jo ki paani chodne ki wahze se chout ban gaya . Harshda ne muze kaha sam yeh kaise chotu ban gaya phir maine usse kaha paani nikal gaya us wahze se chotu ban gaya. Kuch hi der main wapis harshada par chad gaya or wapis kissing pressing start kar diya.Us wahze mera lund phir tan gaya.Ab maine harshda ko bola ki main ab iss teri chut main iss dalunga.To ussne muze mana kar diya. Wo boli ki yeh bohat hi bada hai or wo meri chut main nahi. He'd have a pension ... of sorts, anyway ... and he had savings and investments as a result of carefully watching his spending throughout his career; the career which had been his life. No ... finance wouldn't be a big problem. There was Grandad's house, so he'd have somewhere to live, but ... what about that Delia Cooper. He couldn't just ask her to leave, but, share the house with an attractive, young, married, woman? And what would he do with his life? Who would employ a one-legged former.