She finished with whatever she was doing in the closet and startedto rummage in the dresser drawers. I was getting nervous, but I finished undressing ...nyway. I stood quietly waiting a few moments as she continued looking in a drawer, muttering to herself. "Finished?" she inquired sweetly. I said yes and started to face her.A sharp smack on my bare ass cheek stopped me mid-turn."I did not tell you toturn around. And keep your eyes closed, asshole." Another smack, harder this time, accompanied. Today mai apni ek real life sex story batane ja raha hun.Mai 33 yrs old hun aur bangalore ka rehne wala hun.Mein profession se banker hun. Koi bhi mujhse chat kaarna chahe to mujhe mail kar sakta hai Mein aur aapko jada bore na karte hue story pe aata hun, ye story mein aur meri bhabi ki hai jinka naam mukta hai,dikne mein pari jaisi sunder,gora badan,bade bade boobs,laharati gaand aur rasili chut pe kale kale baal,jo ek baar dekhle chode bina reh na paaye. Aur height 5”5’ and figure 36-34-36. . ‘cuz if you are, forget it.”“I have other plans for it. Ready to go upstairs?”We ascended the stairs. Helen went to the side of the dresser holding her dainties. From underneath a pile of underwear she retrieved a foot-long object about the diameter of a broom handle, made of smooth white plastic with pink leopard spots. It had a rounded tapered tip and a knob on the other end. “Here,” she said and handed it to me.“Is the battery still good?” I twisted the knob and tested the various speeds.. I don’t know her. I have never seen her face. All I have are words. And yet these words have reached somewhere deep inside me and touched a place never realized. The witty banter… the sexual innuendo… the subtle erotica. Heh… her words, that are so true. Eagerly awaiting each reply that forces me to look further into myself, to see and feel and think about possibilities never imagined. How has she done this to me with mere words? The immediate understanding between us? The words. The very act.