“What’s the hurry?” I asked.“Oh my son’s tuition teacher must be arriving, you must leave,” she said.“Okay, I will,” I saidI dressed a...d bid her goodbye as I opened the door the tuition teacher was standing right in front.“Oh hi Mr.Sharma, come on in,” Nidhi said.Mr. Sharma was introvert kind of guy minding his own business. He didn’t even look at me properly and went straight to her son’s room. I turned towards Nidhi, closed the door, held her in my arms, kissed her. I asked, “Wanna fuck while. Jennifer was working on solving that particular mystery, she was convinced she had clues to the mystery of the damn door. One just had to be a clue. For the past month, she had been working this clue and found nothing so far.Six weeks ago, he had returned from one of his reclusive weekends away, and Jennifer was in an insulted mood. She was the confidential assistant, and supposed to be involved in everything, but he cut her out whenever he felt like it. She had made this point before, and. Tony was rather embarrassed at all the fuss, and once again his photograph was in the papers as the investiture list was announced. Much fuss was made about him taking Joan and despite the fact that Tony had made it clear that although he had a fiancé; Joan was a long standing friend and deserved to be present on the occasion, as her husband had died in the same attack. To his surprise on reading Joans mind he found that she was relieved that he had found someone else, and that she had given up. They have only one son, a black skin boy of 12 years. The house owner is a leading kirana merchant in salt bazar in tenali, with an annual turnover of more than ten crores. He hashis ugly black skinned wife, with hanging breasts and loose vagina. She is a very sexy lady but her husband is half-impotent. He always needs money, money, money. She always needs sex, sex, sex. They have their 12 years son in the school. One night the couple was sleeping in their bed room adjacent to the boys study.