I thought she looked more like my older sister. Bambi did not even bat an eye at being taken for my mother, though. I realized that she had been serio...s when she said she thought of me as a daughter, among other things. I reached over and took hold of her hand, which I thought was a very 'daughterly' thing to do. She held it and patted it with her other hand — a very 'motherly' response. I could see that the clerk's misapprehension was not going to be corrected and from the way Bambi was. She was shocked and disappointed. I rose from the chair, kissed her earlobes. “Not so soon dear “I hugged her tightly, kissed her , bite her lips , our tongues dancing on the tunes of lust and passion. I could hear the sound of horns and buses on the road. She slowly started unbuttoning my pants; I helped her removing my belt. She broke the kiss, wet her palm by spitting in it and started stroking it. Being kissed and stroked was the best feeling ever. I threw out her coat and her shirt. She. My hands shook as I closed the door. My lips trembled as I walked away, leaving the door unlocked. I live in a crowded apartment complex and never leave that door unlocked. Going back to my bedroom, I was delighted to find the second document had finished printing. Reaching for my purse, I pulled out my driver’s license before picking up the second letter. As I taped my driver’s license to the letter waves of fear and excitement cascade through me. The note says, ‘Everything in. So this story is between me and Rashmi. I posted a story about my relationship with all mature women’s. To unko meri story padh ke mujhse bat karne ka man kiya. Aur unhone mujhe hangout pe message kiya.Rashmi: Hi. Main: HelloRashmi: Nice story about your relationship with mature ladies. I loved it.Main: Thanks. Where are you from?Rashmi: Mumbai, and you?Main: Same.Rashmi: Kya karte ho?Main: Business hai, and you?Rashmi: Government job hai.Main: Wow.Aur thodi personal bate hue milne ke liye bhi.