"... All over your face you dirty bastard."Vikki's father had been looking at her mother and hadn't seen or heard the door open and when he turned at ...he sound of the voice he saw the grinning face of Susan Bingham framed by her carefully groomed shoulder length dark hair. He looked up and down her slim but curvy thirty-something physique clothed in a silver lamé blouse, short black skirt before stopping briefly at her firm grapefruit sized breasts. "Looking good slut, looking good!"She reached. Suddenly I heard the door knock, and asked from inside “kya hai”, Dhondu was asking me “humko jana hai ke rehna hai” I asked him to go away, but immediately realized that I was alone in this house and in this rainy and windy night would have died with fear and scare of any untoward happening. I went out and saw Dhondu was standing near the door; he was wearing Sandeep’s lungi and kurta which Sandeep had left in the living room. I was amused at his audacity and said, ”yeh kya pehena hai tumne,. She could smell the cologne he was wearing and she felt very warm, though this had nothing to do with the heat. "And what's yours?" she asked. She felt distracted, she could smell him and just wanted to feel him even though she had known him for a grand total of five minutes. "I'm Eaven. And thanks for the ride by the way" he said. Yes, he sounded sincere, maybe she was just hoping for a reason to need to be away from him, because she was going just a little bit crazy on the inside. She glanced. But this occasion felt like it deserved a home-cooked meal. Someone special was coming over.Besides, he still didn’t do it all normally. Entoptic displays overlaid his vision, helping him line up each chop, letting him refer to the recipe with a glance. The streams even kept track of how long things had been in the oven, how long until he needed to put more water on the roast. He was no primitive. He was going to do this right.Right when anticipated - that is, a few minutes after scheduled - he.