The lawn looked positively suburban, despite outbuildings marking it as having been a farm at some point. The buildings appeared to be in good repair,...and there was nothing out in the yard. Everything his father had ever taught him said that there was no reason to stop. Nevertheless, something was drawing him toward the property.Above everything else, his father had taught him to trust his instincts. He turned into the drive.There was a car parked in front of the house, and a curtain moved as. “How did you end up with these?” I asked DeRonda with wonder on my face.“I caught him throwing them all away a few weeks ago, right around when they had lost their first game this season,” “I had questioned his judgment about throwing them away like he was.” “But he just yelled at me to mind my own fucking business,” DeRonda explained to me with a frown on her face.DeRonda and I stayed in her room talking about John for a real long time. I found out from her that he comes over to her place a. The day I went to his home knocked door he came and opened the door and welcome me. I went inside the home and sat on sofa I was looking the home we are chatting things and after few minutes his wife came with tea, she is typical south Indian housewife in her late 30s has little tummy but she is good looking maintained her body well having little tummy and curvy ass I said hi to her she replied hello with naughty smile went inside and she said I am going to take bath and she went to take bath. "Just don't follow me too close. Us older guys sometimes make sudden stops—I wouldn't want you to end up on top of me," I laughed.Suddenly that wicked sense of humor of hers, reared its delightful head again."Is that 'cause you think you're going to end up on top of me, later?" she teased, with an impish little giggle.Oh, WOW! I thought, stand back folks! Give me some room! I think I may have just been the recipient of a come on... or at the very least, a proposition? Anyway, color me.