Vo mast siskariya lene lagi. Maine uska blouse utar diya aur uski bra phad di. Vo muskurayi aur boli, ” aaram se dear ye chinal tumhari gulam hain�... mene uski saree nikal feki aur parkar ko hat se upar uthakar chut ko sahlane laga. Usne mere kapade utar diye aur mere lund ko muh me le liya. Muze to 7 ve aasman me hone ka sukh mila. Mene kaha,” chus surekha, meri souteli maa aur jorose chus. Randi aaj to teri chyut ki pyas buzakar hi rahunga.” aur main uske muh me hi zad gaya. Usne sara virya. A woman. A woman had been doing all that to me.I recognized her. She bought coffee sometimes at the Bean. We'd never spoken or interacted beyond the transaction before, but now I responded robotically for a moment as her mouth rose to mine, my taste all over her lips and tongue. Confused, afraid, turned on, I pulled away, looking at her, and stopped again with the jolt of memory. I'd been helping her get a large takeout order to her car. It was had been just before the morning rush - almost. "No, I should apologize for my inability to control myself."She tilted her head to the side. "So you don't want to look?" She started to remove her hand."I didn't say that. I enjoy such sights, but didn't mean to be rude."Her smile widened. "If I didn't want guys looking..." She took her hand away from her chest and thrust herself at me. " ... then I wouldn't dress like this."I chuckled at her actions. "So, how many of the guys who come in here walk out with more shoes than they wanted?"She. Sharma and Mr. Desai. I invited them. They were having chit chat and my husband taking them thru the home to show them the flat, later they came to hall sat, I gave some snacks, in between I am not sure who someone asked are you not giving drink boy? Then my husband gone and got the drink from the fridge, I served the drink to their glass they were having and talking. Later one raised asking why don’t your wife join here, then my husband called me to join them, I sat next to my husband, and.