(That’s no fun, I would definitely need a man for this.)Me: Main kuch madad karun? (Need my help?)Aarti: Uff bhaiya, aapke saath to behad maza aa ja...ega. (Oh it’ll be so much fun with you.)Saying this I got up and went near her. She wasn’t sweating much today. I pinned her to the wall and kissed her lips straight off. She held my shoulders and was responding to my kiss. She wasn’t the best kisser I ever kissed. But she was much better than any maid I kissed. She was good.I can feel her strength. Worry and fear warred within her but she kept them at bay, saying a silent prayer as she stepped into the workshop. The heat hit her in a sweltering, invisible cloud and she pushed her shawl off of her shoulders, circling around the pit until she was directly across from him. Withers glanced up at her and felt his shoulders slump. She was still so beautiful, so perfect like a piece of china figurine. He was having a hard time looking at her and remembering how she was before … before … . I asked him if he thought you were a MILF. Well, he kind of blushed and said, 'Every one of my friends wants my mother, I guess there'd be something wrong with me if I didn't.' So, I asked him, 'Now, I won't get angry, so don't worry, but, you mean, if you had the chance, you'd have sex with Mom?'" And he said he would?" Yep." Exactly what did he say to that?" He said, and this is pretty much exact, 'Dad, don't be mad, but, you married a woman that I think is the sexiest woman alive. I'd rather. One seeing life’s miracles and believing in fairytales, while the other was more jaded when it came to love. A union of both tenderness and jagged sharp edges. But, when they talked nothing made more sense than the two of them together. It was indefinable, this connection between them, some invisible bond linking them, and drawing them closer day by day. Their once friendly banter now thick with sexual need.Their relationship took a unexpected turn about a month ago. He casually asked for her.