Mamami boli thoda majk ma hei bolt ha mamai ke badi fiker hai tuja mari nahi jo tara sath bathi hai mamai naraj ho gayi mama mamai ko manya or mamai n... apna hath agya kiya mana hath pa kiss kiya or joor joor sa husna laga husthya hua hum neeca chalgya kahna khya or apna karma ma sona ko gaya mamai na uja good night bol kar smile pass ke or darwaja band kar liya mana bhi apna darwaja ko lock lagya or bahr ikla corrodor ke light ko off kiya or door sa mamai ko dress ko change karth hua dekhna. Her hand felt the same as I remembered, small and soft. I tried to hide my sigh when she let go.The guest room had been transformed into an office/workroom. On one side were the computer, printer and a file cabinet. On the other side were a drafting table, rolled up blueprints and more file cabinets."I only need your social security number. I remember everything else," Jen said as she booted the computer. "First, you'll need to sign an employment agreement. I'll print that out..." she stopped. Of course we’d call you first. But really, they aren’t a bother. I remember when we first came here, we would have loved having someone to show us around. If they become pests, we know where you live,” I added with a big grin. “Well, I guess so. I am a little too busy to play tour guide. You girls behave. Have you got money to pay your own way?” “Yes Auntie, we do and we will,” Stephie sighed. We went to the North Cove end of the island, me driving and Stephie next to me. Sarah and Carrie sat. Perhaps a bit more subdued in a mid-forties kind of mature femininity. Her hair was silver but it looked very fashionable. Her tailored jacket accentuated the nice full curve of her slightly sagging breasts. Her waist was still presentable due to the daily workouts she accomplished with gritted teeth each and every morning. Her bum was a bit large due to sitting on it a good portion of the day but that was part of the job.Helen pulled up her pleated skirt and then eased her half-slip down to.