Next day jab main subah utha toh maine dekha aunty aur uncle ke beech kal raat ko le kar jhagda ho raha tha. Uncle gusse mein ghar se bahar nikal gaye... Mujhe utha dekh aunty mere paas aayi. Woh boli, “Raj tum Ronit ko mat batana humaare jhagde ka nahi toh woh pareshan hoga.”Maine kaha, “Nahi aunty kisi ko nahi kahunga.” Tabhi aunty ne mujhe smile di aur mujhe hug karke boli “Thanks Raj tum bohut sweet ho.” Aunty ne jis tarah mujhe hug kiya tha unki nighty mein se unke boobs mujhe touch ho rahe. Ending their short walk, they arrive at a charming Italian restaurant at the edge of the downtown area. Once inside, they settle into a secluded spot in the corner. As soft flames flicker from the burning candlelight, romantic music surrounds them. Michael’s charming personality and witty conversation are reflected as absolute perfection in her longing eyes. In contrast of the previously silent walking couple, they chat incessantly, as if their souls were childhood friends who had just settled. You’ve probably got things to do; unless you’re hearing this tale in a jail cell. So, I’ll quickly go over what happened to me and where I am now.Time went by and between work, play, and study, the year passed before I knew it. So many things occupied my time and I was a busy man. Weekends were the slowest for me but the television helped pass the time when nothing else was available. Fitz supplied me with other sex-starved vixens once or twice a week. She went to work for the courthouse right. Maine usi aadmi ko principal ki kursi par baithe dekha, jisse main thodi der pehle hi chud kar aayi thi. Meri aankhen khuli ki khuli reh gayi.Maine uski name plate par uska naam padha. Uska naam Amit Shrivastav tha. Woh bhi mujhe dekh kar hairaan ho gaya. Maine andar jaane ki permission mangi.Main: May I come in?Amit: Yes-yes, please come in. Aap yaha kaise?Main (haste hue): Bas aise hi.Amit (thoda sa ghabraate hue): Kuch reh gaya tha kya aapka, gaadi mein?Main: Nahi, gaadi mein to nahi raha..