The waiter was ayoung boy who seemed hopelessly infatuated with me. He was trying hisbest to hide his erection but it was pretty obvious given the way...he waswalking. I didn't really blame him. I was a solid 11/10 in a sea ofaverage to decent looking woman.I finished my lunch and tipped the waiter handsomely. I gave him aplayful wink before walking out. He seemed to be quite pleased withhimself.For the next couple hours, I went to several clothing stores and evengot a makeover. By the time I was. He asked ?How are you doing?? and I replied ?Thank you, sir, I am doing okay.? He said ?Good. I am not sure why that is good? and his face again expressed puzzlement. He looked at me for several seconds before continuing. He said ?Why am I talking to you?? I did not have any sort of answer. He continued ?Usually there is no talking at all except begging for mercy. There must be something about you? and he thought some more before seeming to receive an answer. He said ?I probably shouldn?t. Mat le hum dono ki be h m rhega ye. Maine kaha thik hai ap p trust krta hu.Fir bhabhi ne mujhe pass bulaya or kaha kiss kar.. Fir hum kiss krne lage…Fir phle maine bhabhi k cheeks p kiss kia…Fir lips p….maza hi a gya tha… Fir neck pp… Bhabhi k boobs mote mote dabane lga bhabhi ko bhi maza ane lga or mera Lund bhi khada or tight ho gya… Fir bhabhi ne mera pajame m hath dala or Lund ko pakad liye.. Mera or man kra fir maine bhabhi k neck p love bite kiya to wo child padi.. Or boli aram se kar. My eyes are locked on yours as my hands lightly brush down the length of your arms. I watch avidly as your pupils dilate and your breath catches in your throat. I draw you closer to me and cup the side of your face with my hand. I lean close and ever so lightly brush my lips along yours, enjoying the flavor of your gloss and the scent of your hair. I let you go as a small shudder runs through you and you begin to lean into me. Taking your hand in mine, I draw you further into the room, letting.