Aval sirithu neram pesi vitu aval oru kaiyai thuki sexiyaaga mulaiyai kanbithaal, aval mulaiyai kanbikanum endru oru avasiyamum illai.Aval kanbipathai...vida naan aval mulaiyai paarthu vazhinthathu thaan unmaiyil suvarasiyamaana vizhayam.Aval amarnthu irunthathaal aval sothai paarka mudiya villai, en endraal pothuvaaga auntygaluku matum thaan soothu sexiyaaga oothu oothu perithaaga irukum. Enaku matum intha aunty kidaithaal aval kuthiyil oothu kanjai kuthiyil iraki koluven. Aunty udan oothal ithu. Just the thought of Angela so close and yet so far got my urges beginning to build up. She was a flawless 16 year-old who would tease me mercilessly and my only recourse would be a hand release.That evening Angela wanted to have pizza and watch a movie. She got out the quilt and I let her pick a movie. The movie she picked was quite a shock to me, “The Lover” with Jane March and Tony Leung. She giggled and laughed at me. “So you thought I was the kind of girl who would want to watch. Shall I make it up to you?”Ava peeked at me from the side of her eye, a tiny grin curling on her full lips. “I suppose it depends on how.” She loved to play innocent.“However you’d like, of course.” I loved to play along.“Is he still looking?”“Mmhmm,” I nodded.Our one-man audience tried to be a gentleman, but his curiosity got the best of him. I felt his eyes as we sat in the quiet shop, the trickle outside still painting the windows.With pristine nonchalance, Ava reached down, pulled my hand. The next day we slept late. It was quite windy with large waves and we didn't think the children should go swimming in the sea, so we stayed by the pool, which was fabulous. I was very much aware of Greg looking at me all the time. I felt flattered, and quite a bit excited about the way I often caught him staring at my body when he thought I wasn't noticing. His wife, Anne, was a very pretty brunette. She had good curves in the right places, and wore a swimsuit witch was cut high at the sides.