Finger tips traced the granite counter top, a funny little girlish smile curved her pink lips…those naughty weekends.That smile faded fast as she da...ed to shy away, backing from it like she did the memory, letting it fade away. Turning her back the sofa confronted her, a memory of books and lazy touches, then the laughter…his children watching a movie, she could almost smell the burned pop corn in the air, the aroma so real it burned her eyes. The corduroy of the couch brushed at her fingers,. Baraaaaa tarpayyyyyya hai tuneeee mujheeee. leeeee leeee, leeee meriiiii Maaiiii yeh lund abbbbb teraaaa hiiii hai. Ahhhhhh! uhhhhhhhh kya jannat ka mazaaaaa sikhayaaaaa tuneeeee. Mai to teraaaaa gulam hoooooo gayaaaa.”Maa gand uchal uchal kar mera lund apne choot me le rahee thee aur mai bhi pure josh ke sath unkee chuncheon ko masal masal kar apni Maa ko chode ja raha tha. Maa mujhko lalkar kar kahati, lagao shot mere raja”, aur mai jawab deta, “yeh le meri rani, le le apnichoot me”. “Jara. In the time we've worked together...I've had these needs, these fantasies." ? It was true--I'd seen her a few times, gazing at me as I carried the garbage out, or sneaking a peek at me when we had our smoking breaks in the parking lot. Weird. ? And here she was, still in her hot waitress uniform, crossing her long pretty legs, and handing me this paddle... ? "Please, Searle? If you do a good job on me, I'll do anything you want." And she swirled a tongue across her lips. ? Well, hey....I may be. My wife and her daughter Sara had already left for work early that morning so I was alone in bed when I heard a door shutting downstairs. The next thing I heard was someone coming up the stairs and stopping right outside my bedroom door. I thought that maybe Sara had forgot something and come back for it but when I called out to her I got no answer.A couple of seconds later the handle of my bedroom door started to turn and as the door opened it was then that I realised that it was not my wife.