Last Tuesday was just such a night. Both of our stores had decided to close early. Since nobody buys men’s suits or women’s lingerie to prepare fo... a blizzard. The weather was threatening, and all up and down the east coast, Chicken Little syndrome had infected numerous big city politicians. Due to the impending storm, Connecticut was to close at 9 P.M., and Massachusetts would follow at midnight. New York City transit was shutting down as well. There was nothing else to do but go drinking or. I grinned back at her. ‘Come on, there are a few miles yet, my love.’ She arched her eyebrows at that, but we moved off together, spirits light, happy in the solitude. We’d gone almost a mile when the track I was looking for led off to the right and we ambled along for another mile or so before I called a halt. In summer, this far north, night comes late, very late, and I knew we’d no need to hurry to find somewhere to pitch the tent. We sat for a while. I took Julie’s hand. ‘Listen,’ I said.. Maine socha main kyu na iss mauke ka faayda uthaun isliye main ghar pe hi ruk gaya. Subah ke kareeb 9 baj rahe the uski chachi kitchen mein kaam kar rahi thi unke bachhe bhi ghar pe nahi the. Unhone mujhe breakfast diya aur fir khud nahane chali gayi.Unhone apne room ka door halka sa khula chhod diya tha galti se. Maine paas jaake dekh woh bathroom mein naha rahi thi. Par bed pe unki blue colour ki bra aur panty wahi padi thi. Mera mann behek raha tha. Toh main unki panty smell karne laga mujhe. When I arrived I was greeted by a pair of twins. They were about 5’ 8” with blond hair in a bun. One was dressed in professional clothing. I suspected she was the boss. The other wore a white top and white pants. Both the shirt and pants were form fitting. The shirt was tight enough to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her large breasts filled and stretched her shirt. I could see the contours of her nipples. I suspected, and hoped, this was my masseuse.“You are Billy? Hi, I am Candice.” said.