She slapped me and went off saying “you better go to a bitch rather me. You fucker”. Then after a week i sent a parcel as if my brother had sent. ...hat parcel contains new sexy bras and panties along with a statement that please look after my brother in every possible way. That night she was wearing those bras, I can see through her nighty. It was just made for her. Since i can’t seduce her, next day I fully drank rum and came in search of bhabi. I called her “Swapna.. Swapna…” She opened the. As TJ slowed the old Ford pick-up, the broiling afternoon air made the dusty town seem washed out, like an old western town in a sepia tone postcard.After the hardware store, she headed to the grocery store to pick up something other than fish as a main course. The checkout girl, “Cindy” by her name-tag, was a brown-haired girl in long sleeves, a high collar and a floor length skirt that marked her as a member of one of the stricter churches in the area. She’d somehow seemed vaguely familiar.. She had used a spot remover and it worked. I asked how much and, she just kept looking down in shame and said don't worry about it. I thanked her and left not knowing that I would run into her later that day. After my meeting, I was heading back to the Peninsula, and stopped at the Starbucks on Wilshire en route. While I was ordering, I was glancing around and saw her sitting alone at a table, sipping a tea. I walked over and thanked her and asked if she would like a muffin or scone to. I say im a sticky mess and im going to have a shower to clean up. He says go ahead i just need to catch my breath. So i leave him on the bed and find the shower. Soon the bathroom is all steamed up as i stand in the hot shower. As i stand under the hot spray, i start to feel guily over what has just happened. i make up my mind to leave as soon as I'm done. As i find the soap and start to clean myself i think back to what has happened, my hands are so soapy that i rub them over my breasts.