I walked quickly to the front door, not knowing what to expect. I opened it and found, standing there, one of the most beautiful black women I had eve... seen.She was five-and-a-half-feet tall, with high heels that is, wearing a gray business suit with a pencil skirt that went to mid-calf. She was curvy, and I could tell by the way the suit jacket bent out at the lapels, and the stress on the buttons of the white blouse underneath, that her breasts were considerable. Her eyes were large, dark,. He could see her sway from time to time, knowing her legs were giving way. Usually this would occur only after one of her hands would disappear below her waist, just out of his view below the window counter between the two rooms. He could make out the tops of her stretch pants only, just enough to see her hand disappear below the waist band. He unfastened the last button now, and lifted his hips slightly so that he could slowly (very slowly for effect), slide his jeans down to his knees. He was. The least I expected on a drowsy afternoon at around 2 pm. “Hi.. I am Bhavna”, said the angel, who had stepped down from heaven that day to brighten up my day. I replied saying “Hi”, not wanting to know who she was or why she was here, but wanting her inside at any cost. Bhavna was 22, but looked slightly mature because of her well developed assets. She was draped in a light blue cotton saree with a floral pattern, which was slightly transparent and did give more than a subtle hint about her. She looked back at me again and this time tears had welled up in her eyes. In a soft voice I said "it will be alright, don't cry" then she said "but I don't want this to stop, EVER". She blinked which caused a tear to break loose and run down her cheek.I stood up and rubbed my thumb across her cheek wiping the tear streak away then held her. Stroking her long dark brown hair I looked at her and said "wait just a minute then go to your room". I can't sleep, I'm scared we've been caught, she.