Jangh me aa gaya maine thodi der baad uska hath pakda or lund k paas tak le ja k rakh diya uske hatho ki narmaai hi mere josh ko badane lagi thi kuch ...er baad wo jagi to khat se hath kheech liya Mai uske kaafi paas tha tabhi usne jamhaai li to mujhe saraab ki smell aai mai samajh gaya ye nase me hai ispe tryel marna chahiye mai bagal me betha unse baat karne laga wo har baat ka adura sa jawab de rahi thi maine kaha aap badi khubsurat ho wo ha boli maine kaha meri saadi nai hui wo boli meri to. Driving along the highway, she again attempted to make some sense of what was and had been happening to her. "Maybe George is right, maybe I really do need a psychiatrist," she thought. "But he has been cheating, I knew it then and now I have the horrid proof. He's been cheating with one of my best friends. How can this be possible? Oh, my God, what's happening to me?" she sobbed as she drove"One thing I do know," Janet said aloud to herself. "When I get home George and I are going to sit down. Let me explain, I was in my bikini and as you may know, we can wrap a towel around our waistes and slip off our bikini bottoms and slip into our panties, but I had not brought mine with me. This changing afforded us to be able to change as the sun set and continue partying on the rear deck, but I had planned to go back to the cabin and dress for dinner, so I had not brought a change. Still being ogled by this strange little man was a direct challenge to me and I felt in the mood to see how far. So we made a couple of quick rules but to be followed strictly. No touching other’s “stuff”. Knock and confirm before opening any door. He happily obliged.He moved in the next day. He had his own room. In between our busy work schedule, we managed to not interfere with each other while at home. I started getting used to his daily routine. He would go to the gym every evening. This was the most eagerly awaited time of the day for me. He would come from the gym, go to his room, comes out in.