Ab tum mana mat Karo nahi to mujhe acha nehi lagega.. To. Maine Han Kar di.. Fir Hum uske Ghar pahunche.. Ghar par koi v nehi tha.. Maine pucha tumhar... husband??To wo boli k uske husband saal me ek baar hi ate hain Kyonki baki time wo ship me hote hain kyon k wo merchant Navy me hain… Fir wo coffee Bana k layi.. Aur Hum coffee peene lage.. Fir achanak se hi usne mujhe pucha k us din itni Der tak kya dekh Rahe the khidki se..Mujhe thoda sharm ane laga. Maine kaha Kuch nei bas aise hi…..wo puchne. There in the walled garden, on the broad, smooth, dark stones next to the rain-dimpled koi pond, was Chen's rain gauge and scarecrow. True to Chen's traditional tastes, she was a beauty of classical Japanese form: soft, feminine, and white, her skin crossed here and there with fine hempen cord. She was still wearing her richly embroidered kimono, somewhat....the valuable silk garment had been pulled open and back, its flaps tucked under the ropes so that her white legs and flawless figure were. This was no exception. When he told me the trip was still on, I first felt relief, certainly if Gary was still going on his trip he didn’t expect that Pete and I were having an affair. I also felt regret, I was almost hoping the trip was cancelled, that would have called a halt to Pete and I getting together. Then there was the excitement I felt knowing Pete and I would get together. I couldn’t imagine how people had continual affairs. The constant threat of discovery and guilt would drive me. “It’s OK sweetie, mummy’s just checking.” Checking what? He thought. Sandra watched his cock intently as she moved her hand round to his arse. She saw it twitch and a slight moan escaped her lips. It wasn’t as big as Frank’s she thought, but it was certainly a nice size and it would certainly feel great in her pussy. She was momentarily shocked at herself for having such thoughts, but as she sought to regain control of herself, she noticed his cock starting to get hard.“Err, mum, should I go.