Wo turant kapde pahan kar mujhe bahut sara kiss kiya aur boli main tumhe hamesa yad rakhungi aur room me chali gyi.Fir subah 6 baje uth kar savi log n...ha kar ready ho gye,kanika ka jhutha exam jo tha,fir nashta kar k hum tino taiyar ho gye.Pooja-mai ise exam dene le jati hu tum jao apne kaam se.Me-are nai mujhe udhar hi jana h jidhar iska exam h.Mai ise waha chhod dunga fir loutte waqt ise lete aawoonga.PPooja- thik h mai bore hote rahungi tumlog jao muhe side se boli use chhod k aana na.Me-ok. Blond wavy hair, just past her shoulders, large firm round tits and legs that seemed to stretch for miles. According to her modeling profile, she was 5’9”, 36-24-36. Tonight, she was wearing a black top that stopped just above her chest, a black skirt, dark stockings and a pair of shiny black high heeled shoes. She wobbled in, obviously a bit tipsy and looked around confused.“Are yoush the agent I was to see?” She said. It was actually a bit hard to understand her because of the slurring. We were celebrating 10 years of marriage and my 35th birthday with a foreign holiday. We'd been trying for a c***d for almost a year and hoped that our trip to Rome would be the key but deep inside I knew that it wasn't so. In quieter moments I had been pondering the inevitable ticking of my biological clock and was vaguely aware that perhaps something was not quite perfect, maybe something was missing from my life but I had no idea what it was. Throughout the plane and car journey home I'd. Her tone was serious but there was a little devil dancing in her eyes that told me she was up to more than just that. I started to protest but she took me by the arm and guided me to a rack of pants suits."This is what I was looking for." she stated. But she wasn't looking at the clothing, although she was touching a rather nice looking dark blue outfit. Whoa! "Nice looking"? What was I thinking? And what was Nan looking at. I turned my head to follow her line of sight.Her name tag read.