Tabhi achanak Badri ghabrata hua mere pass aya. Aur mera hath pakad ke bola. “Chalo madam, bhago yaha se, jaldi chalo, yaha khatra hai, app gadi mei... aajao.” Maine kaha, “Lekin mere colleagues ka kya? Aur kya hua hai?”Badri bola. “Un sab ki chinta mat karo. Woh sab Aftabali ke sath nikal gaye, app bachi ho, yaha bohot khatra hai, jaldi chalo, warna mare jayenge.” Main hadbadi mein uske sath jeep mein baith gayi. Dopahar ke karib 3 baje the. Maine poocha “Hum jaa kaha rahe hai, aur hua kya. Her name was Sandra, she was a petite size 8 with long dark hair like her daughter. He used to go there when his girlfriend was in school. Apparently she (Sandra ) came on to him a few times when his girlfriend was upstairs changing, she made it quite obvious what she wanted. so he went around there one morning and took little time getting her knickers off. She was divorced and was really missing sex, he said she was very demanding and taught him things he'd never experienced, like licking her. Clayborn look at it. Then while my teacher and I talked, Annette examined the painting. She’d watched it take shape over the past week, but her response was as if she was seeing it for the first time. She pointed, giggled, and even bounced up and down. I could only see her taking delight in what she was seeing.Last night, when we were naked with each other for the first time, she approached me with equal intensity. She wanted to see me from every angle. She wanted to touch and interpret me with. I looked at her standing there all sweaty and the aroma was something I hadn’t experienced before, it was so musky that it gave me a bit of a buzz, she drank more of the drink as I picked up a small hand towel, “Would you like me to dry you off a bit?” I asked thinking that a ‘NO’ was the worst thing that could happen, she smiled at me glancing down at the obvious bulge appearing in my shorts, “Oh sir, that would be very kind of you” she replied as she turned her back on me.I came up behind her.