Is that true?"Helen looked at him with a frown. "Why do you think we'd know something about that?" she asked."I don't think we're supposed to be discu...sing the trial," Maggie reminded them."You're women," said Reggie simply, ignoring Maggie's warning."I do not believe this," snorted Helen. "You think everybody else is racist, and in the meantime, you're sexist." Well," said Reggie, leaning back and taking not the least offense at being called sexist, "the way I see it, I'm a man, right? I know. I am going to share my experience of sex with my neighbour aunty Shwetha which I cherish for life. My age is 28 years and am married (ready to meet n have fun with girls n aunties).Let me start my story without wasting much time.This story is 6 months back when my wife went for our first baby delivery. I was alone in my apartment and we had very good neighbors and this beautiful aunty Shwetha who is in her 30’s. about her she has good assets (36-30-38) slim fair, sexy attractive and about 5’3′. I care about Millwall, whose presence has evolved into a smorgasbord placed just out of reach of a starving woman. Phones are as much a prop as anything else. ‘Look how busy and popular I am’ goes one narrative. ‘Regard my concerned expression and consider what daunting drama my life involves’ goes another. I am currently essaying the ‘I’m a bit ditzy so don’t know how cute I am as I look at pictures of kittens’ with innocent wide eyes and mouth lightly pursed. You know the one.After a few. That night I had the most vivid dream I had ever had. I was standing in a vast field of lush grass, I was wearing a three piece suit and holding a bottle of Champagne and two glasses. "Felix over here!" a feathery voice beckoned to me. I turned and say a gorgeous woman sitting on the grass under an oak tree. She was pulling a cloth wrapped pie out of a nearby basket. "The food's getting cold." she said. I walked over and sat down. "You look as lovely as a rose Tess." I said somehow knowing her.