Everyone thought I was very lucky and some ladies even asked me if I can be their private fashion consultant.So thank you much for all the responses. ...t’s indeed overwhelming when your first story receives such a huge response. Moving ahead this is another of my experiences where I get lucky again with my neighbor aunty ( don’t take the word aunty literally :p).This happened a few months ago when I moved back to India and got a job in Mumbai. Mumbai as a city is extremely fast paced and people. The only way that he could get to his son was obstructed by his wife, and he was afraid that he will not be able to contend with her.Zax walked in whilst Laylen caressed his face and looked at him with glistened, red eyes. “Why did you go? Why we were told that you died?”“Mom, dad...” He reached out for Marco, his father, perhaps was not the most filial son, nevertheless he could and wanted to hug them both. “I’m sorry for worrying you”. Inwardly he was astonished by the willpower he had to. Aunty ne bathoom madhun aawaj dila ki aale bas tithe sofyawar.Kahi velane auntyne punha aawaj dila dev jara bedroom madhun towel de re, me bedroom madhe gelo tar bed var towel, panty, bra padlele hote. Me auntychi panty hatat ghevun pahili kiti mothi panty, nakalat pantycha vas ghetla, auntychya pucchicha madak vas pantila yet hota, maza lavda lagech pant madhye tath zala. Mi panty punha thevun dili v auntyla towel nevun dila. Auntyne batharoom cha darwaja ardhavat ughadun towel ghetala tarihi. . I . . . did it!" he exclaimed."Did what?" "Bryan, I did it. I actually did it!" You talked to a girl?" "No. 'IT'. I did 'it'. Bryan, I kissed a girl's ass!"Suddenly, he was either my greatest hero or my greatest liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a girl and how she had an amazing butt and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and kiss her buttocks. And, he had met with her twice and he thought he might be in love---with her ass, of course.I asked him how it had.