Me: Hi.Pooja: Hi.Me: Done with your work?Pooja: Ya. Just cleaning up my bed for us.Me: Ohh..Pooja: So Rohit (my friend) gave you my number?Me: Yeah. I...asked him for it.Pooja: Fine. Do you want me to wear something specific?As I was even more horny after looking at her boobs, I did not want to waste any more time for her to change.Me: This looks fine. You look really gorgeous.Pooja: Thanks.Me: ..Pooja: So, ready for some fun?Me: Ohh yeah..Pooja: Is this your first time?Me: Yup. How do you. If I were not late for the conference, I would not meet her and if I were not too talkative, she might not be attracted to me, at least not as much as she did. The chance meeting with her reminded me of Hardy's thesis of imminent will or overpowering role of fate in our lives. It was absolutely a chance meeting between two strangers, apparently for no reason and surely without any intended initiative. It was just that I left my hotel for the conference in the nick of time and half way down the. The Sullivan’s owned about every other building in town and they weren’t the most kind or compassionate people, but they wouldn’t spy on her, right? The melody of the big bang echoed through the house, Manon put down her duster and walked towards the front door. Through the stained glass windows she only saw a silhouette of a lady. She didn’t expect anyone, she opened her door and there stood Lady N, at least Lady N was her code name for this specific project, but off course Manon didn’t know. Embarrassing her like that would probably do it.“Why in hell would you want to see your sister’s tits?” she gasped.“Why the hell not?” I shot back. “You seem to be proud of them. I’ve seen the way you dress.”She seemed to waver for a minute with that one. Good. Maybe she’s learning a lesson here.Finally, she spoke up. “As long as you don’t tell anyone.”“Why would I tell anyone,” I shrugged. “And who’d believe me anyway?”“Well, I guess,” she grumbled. “I mean...”“Come on, let me see.”Laurie.