Urmila aunty to whom always admire were shifted from our apartment.. After few months during rainy season when I was way back to my home in my own car...from office I saw urmila aunty standing under shop roof to save her from rain. I thoght this is th chance to go closer to her since this has little risk since she is not my neighbour now. So I decide to go and ask her whether needs any help. I got down from my car and asked her how is she doing ? She was almost totally wet and looking sexy bomb.. "Around fifty minutes, sir."He smiled at her. "So, there's time to go pee, if you're going to need it, eh? Or perhaps you'd like to get something to drink, Miss Kennedy?"It wasn't exactly totally gross what happened to what you ate or drank, but it was certainly a nuisance. She'd long since learned to control intake versus output, particularly when the next bathroom might be some time away."I'm fine, sir. Maybe after the next round."It wasn't the nicest system in the world. Mr. Glastonbury. One of the pleasant aspects of her job as receptionist was the unstated requirement to dress prettily. Not slutty or trashy, but pretty. Where most of the women working there wore slacks and low-heeled shoes, it was expected that she would wear dresses or skirts and at least a medium heel. She had always enjoyed dressing nicely and had more than her share of nice clothes to wear to work. Today she had worn a tight and heavy cream-colored cable knit sweater that went down to below her butt, over. "Charlie, you're crying," she said with amazement in her voice."So are you." And Cynara was surprised to find that her own cheeks were wet as she touched them.They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't notice anything of what was going on around them, but Cynara slowly became aware that they were being watched. She looked up to find Ashton, and Sanford grinning down at her, Finley staring at her with his mouth practically hanging open in surprise. Her heart sang at seeing the men.