My wife was beautiful, and mine, but your infinitely more photogenic than she ever was, even though she worked a while as a professional model.’ Amy...was sitting there with an inscrutable look on her face. She was obviously deep in thought. After a couple of minutes she broke the silence. ‘Let me ask you another question. You may choose not to answer it but I would really like an honest answer. Have you ever had any sexual fantasy about me?’ I must have turned beet red because Amy was suddenly. Aahah ahah aohhhh fffuucckk mai jaldi awaj ki taraf gya to dekha shubha aunty hall mai tv or porn movie lga rakhi hai or apni chut mai ungli kr rhi hai or mere dimag mai vese bhi sex sex ghumta hai or mai use chodna cahta tha jis din dekha uss din sai. Or abhi he nazara dekh kr mera lund khada ho gya mene bina der kiye paint ki chain kholi or vhi pr apne lund ko hilane lag gya or smane tv pr porn or aunty chut mai ungli kiye jaa rhi thi achanak aunty nai nazar ghumai or mujhe dekh kr chok gyi. You then take my elbow and drag me to the dressing table. I can see to my knees in the mirror. You stand behind me, in a white shirt. Collar open, and sleeves rolled up twice to your forearm. Dark blue pants. You look crisp for someone who worked all day long. Save for your hair, and your face. It's tired. But your eyes are still sharp, not moving and so are your lips. I watch you, torn with where exactly to focus. I want not to look away from your face, because I wish to catch you give away. “Come on in,” she invited.Her house was beautiful. It was tastefully decorated, elegant like her, but relaxed, comfortable. The scent of roasting chicken filled the air. Huge floor to ceiling glass doors faced the back garden. Soft lighting from crystal table lamps gave the expansive living room a cozy feel. Hardwood floors had Persian carpets here and there, and her furniture reminded me of our old oak kitchen table; solid wood, aged to showcase wood grains, waxed to a shine.I followed her.