Me: I m not fake I will send you snaps if u want .Poonam : ok sendMe : then mehne apne dost ki pics bhejo jo ki meri tarah model tha aur wo impress ho...gyi .Poonam: u r also very handsome .Then humne baat cheet start ki mehne usee pata liya usne mujhe apna number de diya aur kaha ki mein khud phone karunga uska phone aya humari baatcheet start hui Mehne use apne batoon se ghayal kr diya tha aur kaha thi ki mein rich brat hoon.Fir mehne sex chat shuru aur whats app nude pic send krne ko kaha. Every time I have this fantasy, it’s in Washington because it begins with a flashback to that moment when I flew over Mt. Rainier and I could feel my breath catch in my chest. I wonder if that was my body’s way of saying something as significant as Mt. Rainier was about to happen in my life … We agree to meet at the hotel … you knock and I let you in. I smile at you and kiss you sweetly on the cheek and take your hand and lead you to a dining chair with arms by the desk. You follow without. Since k**s were always running thru the two houses, we always wore bathing suits whenever we would use the hot tub or pool. I always had the hots for Dianne ever since I met her, and especially after seeing her hard nipples once and her camel toe in her yoga pants when she walked her dog. My wife who I always thought was somewhat of a prude would always wear her bathing suit in the hot tub and even when no c***dren were home. I would usually enjoy the hot tub in au natural when the house was. “Yes, Kyle, what do you want?”Kyle had asked to see me in a way that seemed somewhat formal, so I received him in my study. He stood in front of my desk, in his militia uniform at parade rest, unconsciously shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other.“Boss, it’s about Phyllis’ baby.” Kyle said.“Bitsy? What about her?” I asked.“Well, er, no, it’s not about Bitsy. It’s about her next baby.”I knew where this was going.“Her next baby? What about this potential, theoretical, person?”He.