Fir ek aadmi mere piche chipak ke khada hogaya or apna lund ragad ne laga mujhe maza aaraha tha fir ushne or himmat bada ke meri chuchee daba di maine...koi virodh nahi kiya fir.Toh woh.Meri chuchee befuker daba ne lgaa or mere kan mai aake bola sali tu to randi lagti hai janbujhkar bina bra ke bus mai aayi hai maine kha haa lekin fir woh bola jaldi mai hu fir kabhi mili to teri gand zaroor chodunga or bus se utar gaya.Mai bhi ghar pahichi maine apne kapde utare or jaldi se nangi hogayi or maine. Her towel was folded neatly on the counter top. She was pouring orange juice in a cup and she was topless. "Hey there," she smiled with her perky tits exposed. "You suddenly look wide awake." "Well yeah, your tits are out," I replied with my eyes still on her chest. "Quit pretending like you just discovered that. I saw you spying on me from the upstairs window." "Yeah, but it's a lot different seeing them up close." She put the juice down and used both hands to caress her small breasts. "You. I regret that it came to this, but it was my own fault."I didn't know what to say at that point other than to ask one question."Your health. Will the doctors be able to cure you?" I have had leukemia for some years now, Doug. It's been in remission, but it's back again. At my age, all bets are off. My doctor gives me a better than fifty-fifty chance that he can stop it once more, but there's no guarantee. I owe it to Eleanor to give it my best shot and that's what my retirement is all about.". ‘I see you are, though.’ Robert took his left hand off the table immediately. How did he tell her without sounding like a cheap love novel. He was married and he loved being married. Surrounding him was his family. He just, he couldn’t explain that Rachelle made him feel something he wasn’t feeling for a long time. Seeing life through her eyes. Seeing her enthusiasm, being near her sensual side. He knew she would be an unleashed tiger in the bedroom. Not that he had a thought he would know this.