She was in black thin transparent sari. Her bulging boobs were trying to come out from the tight jacket. I stared at her for some time and we followed...her to the house. They have large house with pent house on the top. In the ground floor uncle, aunt and uncle’s parents were lived. We were accommodated in the pent house. As their house was located in the fields, we got much fresh air. We loved the weather there. I never missed a chance to see her beauty during her moments. She was a fun loving. My thumb and forefinger of each hand pinch your nipples gently, there is no trouble finding them as they are very obvious, very hard and standing proud. You still cannot take your hands of the fridge, for if you do, you will fall forward. With my foot in between yours, I nudge your feet apart slightly, at the same time my left hand begins to unbutton your shirt and I can feel goose bumps as the air touches your skin. As I reach the last button, I pull the shirt out of your jeans. My right hand. Both faiza and i were there till evening, but my mil said that we go home and rest, i saw a man around 25 with a girl in black burqa, covering her half face, but nice eyes around 19/20 were there. Faiza introduced them to that they are their relatives, saleem and afsheen (afshi) and they also came to see my wife, hospital guys never allowed too much rush around the patient and both faiza and i suggested to go back to home. When we were coming back, both saleem and afshi dropped in my car. Faiza. I was finally going to take the great leap and buy a place of my own.I contracted with a buyer's agent to do a national search for a house over 100 years old with a price tag of less than $100,000.00 dollars. She obviously thought that I was mad as a hatter and stupid to boot. I wish that I'd had a camera to record her face when a property popped up in Windham New York, near Arkham. Being a writer I don't care where I live, but I do care for my little comforts. I've a fascination with old.