”Suddenly we three were in some library’s stacks. I’m glad Filene warned us about a strange feeling or I might have said something. She led us t... the elevator and pressed the up button. The door opened, we got in, the door closed, and we popped back.“Carol, Margo, can either of you see if anybody is in the elevator right now? Is there still an empty space in the stacks where we popped in?”We shook our heads indicating no clue.“Okay, only a few girls can see where they are going without. A giant swirl around your head. Slowly and quietly, I move to the side of the bed, still staring. You are even more beautiful to my eyes from this vantage, and I am not inclined to break my gaze. But I can feel the relentless swelling in my briefs. My breathing is much deeper now, almost ragged. The candle has started to flicker gently. How shall I wake you, signal I am with you? I could bend and suck lightly on your toes. Or run my fingertips softly up your thigh, barely touching. Perhaps my. Reasons I don’t know. May be it is their filled up body that interested me more than the teen tiny bulges. May be it is the masala movie scenes involving mature Indian aunties and housewife’s that moved my interest towards them. I don’t know, but I felt very aroused sitting with this voluptuous figure alone in an apartment.Aunty kept aside the finished plates and came back. Seeing that I am still in the dress that I came in, she asked me why don’t I undress. She enquired if I brought any other. Should he, or shouldn’t he? Fighting the evil thoughts racing through his head. Should he, or shouldn’t he? Putting down the magazine, he leaned back and closed his eyes. Should he, or shouldn’t he? Trying his best to keep the evil thoughts at bay. Should he, or shouldn’t he? Picking the magazine up yet again, he slid it home. Should he, or shouldn’t he? Ring. Damn, there goes the phone. Why must someone call when he was in this state? Getting up from his chair, he padded barefoot into the.