During my work out this was all I could think about, so I texted him and included a picture of my naked ass. I said, “I need help getting something ...own can you help me?” It didn't take long to get a reply. The reply was, ”oh my God, yes I can.” We began our text conversation while I was on a tread mill. I said, “good, I could use the help.” He laughed until we went to a normal chat, His name was Bryant and he lived in the city next to me. He admitted he saw me staring at him, so he walked by. The landlord used to say that I was just like their son as they do not have any issue. I used to call them uncle-ji & aunti-ji They used to offer me food or tea but I was not accepting due to hesitation. The landlord was a gentle man in his fifties, short height and very thin. He was having his sweet shop on the ground floor. His wife was around 45 years old, very fair, taller than her husband. She must be 5’6”, very fair complexion but she was very fat and must be weighing around 85 kg. I. The closest nearby town is about 25 miles away. Wingston barely gets any visitors, and only a few people who live in the town have ever left. All the food the people eat in Wingston comes from the farms that can be found scattered across the town. The town of Wingston has a few schools, stores, and public buildings. The best thing that Wingston has to offer for the people who live there is that it has a good size public park. Wingston Park is the place where all young couples go on their first. She had her usual coffee, thinking about what she would have to say to Donny about last night. The more she thought of his unconcern, the more she fumed. She thought about spanking him, but he was getting too big for that. She could ground him, as the teenagers called it. She could restrict him to the house for a few days, a week perhaps. If there was one thing Donny dreaded, it was being unable to leave the house during the summer months.The sound of the telephone startled her out of her.