So many readers wanted to know what happened next.Next Sunday I reached Delhi in the morning and reached my Didi’s place at around 10 in the morning... Anjali with her parents came there at around noon. Anjali was looking gorgeous, she had everything in right proportions. She was wearing a pink salwaar suit. I could not resist ogling at her, and her melon sized boobs packed inside pink suit.After some refreshements and Lunch, Didi asked me and Anjali to go to a separate room and ask each other. .”Even though the previous test worked, my voice was shakingall the way through and my heart was about to leap out of my chest.My mother just stood there for a few moments until she started smilingagain.“Oh, you're right. Seriously, what is wrong with me today?At this rate, I'll forget my name soon!”She walked over to the side of the table, pulling a chair with her,and sat down. Then, she reached underneath the table and pulledmy penis out of my pajamas. She already startedfeeling it up, but. We talked about the restaurant and how long I had worked here. It was the usual chatter that customers make except that this time my client was showing herself off to me. She moved around and laughed when I made a joke. Her breasts bounced inside the shirt that barely held them in. The movement only caused her nipples to rub on the fabric and become hard and very visible through the red silky fabric. Her hand went inside the dress ever so subtly moving the fabric off her shoulder just a little. Sorry, he was. He was the stereotypical bully, and everyone hated him. Even his cronies, I was pretty sure. But if you were going to hate him, you may as well just pretend you liked him. It was a little easier for you if you did.Derek was known throughout the school to like Bella. "Like," of course, obviously stands for "want to fuck." Bella obviously didn't care for him; who could blame her."Mikey, please don't say anything..." She whispered, pleading with her puppy dog eyes. She wasn't trying.