She and I had gone to high school together, and even though we hadn’t been friends then, we had gotten rather close over the month that she’d been...working for me; well if I was being honest she wasn’t just working for me, I was fucking her brains out every chance I got. She looked up at that moment and smiled slightly as she saw me. Without saying a word she stood, walked over to the coffee pot and poured me a cup. Her outfit that particular day made me instantly hard. A tight black skirt that. .. Goodness, better stop here.But, one day, the unavoidable happened. They went on vacation for a month at Europe and we went to their home to do all these stuff people do when their neighbours are out. And then, it was there... the armchair! The armchair of our dreams, right here in our front. And nobody would stop us to have her!“I always ask myself why I didn’ty bought this damn chair!”“Oh, come on, Arthur! You know that was better with then than with us...”Suddenly, desire struck us. Tarpor aste aste jiggasa korlam…”ki holo maa? kichu bolbe?”maa dekhi matha nichu kore fupiye fupiye kadche…chok diye jol porche…aste aste bollo…”tor kache ki r kono option nei raaj? sotti ki tui chas amar dehota ke?”ami- “mane?”maa-“r ekbar vebe dekh sona…..ami tor maa…maa hoye tor sathe kemon kore sobo ami…eta je paap!….loke janle ki hobe bujhte parchis! somaje r mukh dekhate parbo na amra”bujhlam….maa bes norom hoyeche tarmane….ei sujog…ekhon jodi maa ke potiye felte pari…taholei maa ke. But Brigitte didn?t say a word about the poor old man, maybe her husband would be upset about her reaction and she was not in the mood to discuss grace of charity and such things. After an evening spent in front of the TV, having a glass of vine, Brigitte decided to go to bed early, her husband said he would watch the night movie ?Rosemary?s baby? and then join her. Some seconds after midnight Brigitte awoke with a shiver, there was cold air coming from the door. She tried to wake up her.