' Sorry Madame, would you like some Lunch?' I say, with a slight embarrassed tone in my voice. In your embarrassment, you pull your shirt across yours...lf loosely. As you look at the food on the tray and choose some of the dishes, we begin to chat. It is very easy chatting to you, and as the t-shirt falls away you seem very at ease with yourself. You ask me to join you, which I eagerly accept, and sit on the chair next to yours. We talk about the UK, our favourite places, partners, wanting to. Ramesh was at home and he looked very upset. I asked aunty about Ramesh and she informed me that she don’t know about Ramesh’s agony. After passing about one hour with Ramesh while I was leaving him, he suddenly called me back and told me “Moni, I’ve something to tell you, please swear me, you will help me and don’t tell the matter with anyone in this world.” I swore and he then came with me outside. There was a pond near the house, we sat beside the pond.Ramesh held my hand and told “Moni, you. Maybe there'll be a chance today. Would you like that?"Damn! He wanted to grab her and rub his stiffening cock into her belly, to hold her by the cheeks of that alluring ass and to bury his face between her tits. "I have to screw you today, mom; I have to."Her smile widened, and she dropped her hand to squeeze his prick. "So eager and ready. Just as soon as it's possible, darling; I promise."She left him standing there with his shaft paining, and made a pot of coffee while he watched every. Bus e thaktei tumul bristy suru holo. Mosto vul kore felechhi chhata na ene. Stopage e nemei dekhi rastay jol gorali ke besh kichhuta niche dubiye debar moto jome gechhe. Ar temon e mushol-dhar bristy. Bus-stop theke auto stand ta ektu dure.. Mint 2 ek haatte hoy. Konorokome bag ta diye matha aral kore hatchhi… Kintu jol thele egote parchhina beshi. Bujhlam evabe jaoa jabe na… Kothao darate hobe. Kintu darabar moto jayga pachhilam na. Ki korbo bujhte parchhilam na… Hothat rastar pashe akta.