Come Zainab. Zarine took her to our bedroom where we have deliberately left condom wrappers on the side table.Zainab: Can I ask you a question?Zarine:...Please don’t be formal.Zainab: Do you usually dress like this?Zarine: Yes Javed likes it. He is very naughty when it comes to me. Earlier I didn’t like it but now mostly I wear such clothes. At least I am wearing something now. When we are alone I hardly wear anything.Zainab was shocked to hear all this.Zainab: Frankly speaking. I never thought. My heart stopped. She walked without hesitation directly to me. This was the first time seeing her since we’d met on my arrival. She walked right up to me and took my penis in her grip like she owned it. “Hi Tom!,” she spoke so cheerfully.I looked around to see if anybody else was watching as she fondled me. I couldn’t believe she was so forward and what if the family saw her? She felt me all around kind of like livestock I guessed. “You hungry?” I managed to shake my head “Yes”. “C’mon,” she. I had recently turned sixty, and I was saving manically for retirement but had just been informed I was going to be made redundant. Suddenly there were major financial implications to consider. The kids had all left home, so the usual buzz of activity had disappeared, leaving behind a semi silence that was partly a blessing, but also a realisation that my wife and I were simply comfortable together. We had been married thirty-five mostly happy years, but strangely, as life and finances started. I'm sure you can handle everything else - but youcan't fake that knowledge and experience." You just don't want to be me... you don't want to be a pregnant girl."I smiled... and frowned at that. "Don't you say that. Being pregnant isa wonderful gift. I wish I could just keep being you and go through thewhole shebang." I was shocked at what I had just said."Then why don't you?" Because, I'm not you. I'm not going to ruin your life and I don't wantyou to ruin my... even if you do your best.