Two or three times each year they had seen him play on T.V. Even her asshole husband was into that.Of course, he couldn't be talked into making this ...rip, even though Marsha was a part of of the ceremony.As the sun was getting ready to pop above the horizon and burn off the morning mist, Marsha was dreamily recalling the amazing events of last evening. She hadn't even gotten back to this magnificant 5th floor rented condo until 2:30 or so. Sleep was not on her mind then, or now.After a few. Both are studying in Hydrabad so the couple stays alone. Her name is radha. She is so attractive and gorgeous. She never looks like 39yrs old lady. She has her flesh at perfect places. Especialy her ass. Every guy in our place use to flirt at her. I have crush on her frm the day they came to that house(their native town tadipatri). Since her house is opposite to my window i can see her bedroom with attached bathroom. I startd to watch her body shapes from my room secretly n fantasize. I use to. Be prepared, and use that to win her favor."It wasn't a bad thought. The prepared party always has an advantage over the unprepared."Done deal" I said, and we exchanged our patented high five. He made his way over to his bed and put his back against the wall."I'm not letting you come anywhere near me with that bag of skittles" he said, and we both laughed.The next morning, I prepared differently. I always had a game day routine, but there was something different today. My focus was more on. I went to a wall and took down a picture. It held an old school teacher standing next to a young child. The child held a plaque against his chest. Its fingers curved round it softly and he had the smallest smile on him. I placed the picture back and walked further down the hall. My eyes grew large in the very dim light and laid against one of the walls. I felt my heart begin to pound, smashing my ribs. My head started spinning and I fell to the floor. I dreamt then, of my past. I was standing.