?She- Namrata here. you just gave me your number.Me- Ohk. Then you are that lady who has increased the beauty of this evening. (Me flirtatious behavio... ka hu. Qki muze lagta hai ki khubsurti ki tarif na kare wo mard kesa)She- Shut up. and thanksMe- By the way I am going home.She- Just meet me at parking in few minutesAur usne phone kat diya. Me parking gaya 10 min me wo waha ayi. She was in her BMW.I was totally mad by seeing this. But it was normal for me because mene aaj tak kayi aunties ko. I stared unzipping my pants...she yelled NOT THAT ..shit ,I've seen that little thing , show me what I have to get used to wearing. I pulled it out and held it like Carol Maroll ,off Let's make a deal used to do. My wife grabbed it way from me and damn it it's heavy , I said you should have seen the first one we looked at. She said I don't care about that,...how am I going to keep this in my ass all day without it falling out. I said all day? Even when you are buying groceries? She said. He cradled me in his big strong arms and moved my hair from my face as he wiped away the tears I'd shed. He kissed the cuts and bruising over my arms. Slowly, his mouth traveled upward to my neck, and kissed my mouth, cheek and eye softly as I winced with a painful grimace. His hands unbuttoned my shirt from top to bottom then my jeans as he kept kissing my face, neck and arms. Upon sliding my shirt off my shoulders and reaching around to unclasp my bra, he saw the bruising on my ribs and moved. Then I saw the cord going from the bottom of photo, over some discarded clothing to the unknown older woman's hand. I knew enough about photography to know this was the remote switch on the camera.It told me something, that there were only the four of them. My wife Helen, my daughter Liz, the pudgy girl and another older woman, also rather round. I could also deduce that this new person, the heavy-set older woman took most of the photos while the others participated.That evening, while Helen.