He’s stubborn, as I’m sure that you can imagine, but my grandmother is even more stubborn. I think you know how we Italian women are!”“Oh, I m...st certainly do!” I laughed.We chatted for a few minutes, and after I hung up, I wrote out the checks for the bills and put them in the pile of outgoing mail that was in the basket on the kitchen counter. I stopped to make a sandwich and grabbed a Dr Pepper from the fridge and went back to my desk. I fired up my computer and put in the disk so that I. My heartbeat started to beat very fast.Coz I never talked or faced her before. And now I don’t know what, how I will have a conversation wth her. Anyways she opened the door. She was wearing lose the shirt and tight short in which I never saw her. But she looked shocked or looked in fear. And before I could say anything, she told me to wait and closed the door again. So after waiting a minute or so, she opened the door and I told her that- mjhe…………..I was trying to say mjhe pani chaiye. But I. It was evening and I was tired so I just wanted to go tosleep. Realising this, my mother asked Pooja to take me to sleep. I wentto the washroom and found a cotton nightie on the hook which I understoodwas for me. I took out my saree and blouse and wore the nightie and cameout. Frankly speaking I was looking odd and did not look like a beautifulgirl but I was also not looking manly, in short I can say I was lookingcute and sweet.Pooja came to me and said, "You are really looking so sweet."I in. Sal strains on his leash, marking as many trees as he can and sniffing all the wonderful smells only a dog can smell. I laugh as he comes to me, and rubs up against me, his nose poking into my pussy. I can feel his breath against me and I get a tingling sensation and my mind starts to wonder off thinking if we could find a fairly secluded spot to sit and relax and enjoy each others company.I look at Sal, and I squat down to his level to give him a hug, and rub his belly. I move my hand further.