“Just wait.”“Manfred, you’ve got to tell me,” I almost whined at him.“Just wait,” was all he’d say.“Okay, Mr. Scandinavian Stubbornn...ss, who else is here?”“Norm and Dee were in here earlier; they pulled in after we did.”He pronounced their names like “Normandy”—our pet name for the older couple who towed their own Airstream trailer—basically living year-round at nudist camps across America.“And?” I prompted.“That’s all I know,” he shrugged. “Oh, except for some new family. I haven’t met ‘em. Her name was Devi with fair complexion good looking and used to come to the house twice a day and do the work. I have noticed her tucking her saree and petticoat above the knee while cleaning the floor, clothes etc. By which I used get a glance of her beautiful thighs and some times her saree used to be displaced sideways and I could see the beautiful well shapes boobs over her blouse, and some times the nice valley of her chest. Though I was watching without her knowledge, I did not make any. Suddenly a soft voice sounded behind me, "Mr. Paul? Is that you? Oh my god it is! I thought you had turned me down, I almost didn't come, not having heard from you in almost a week."Shaken, I turned around not really sure how I'd react, finally, I meet the woman who'd captured my attention so intently but I was not about to tell her so. The pain of my last marriage was still fresh and till I had worked things out I was afraid to even strike up a non-business conversation with a female.My eyes. Yeh scene meray liye naya nahi tha magar meri apni bahn meri entertainment ke liye yeh ker rahi thi yeh unheard aur naya tha.Mera brain kaam nahi ker raha tha, mera mounh khula huwa tha aur pata nahi kaisay mein ne kaha,” Wow!! Wish I could do something for you”. Mujhay aaj bhi yaqeen nahi keh mein ne yeh kaha tha but she jumped and took the offer asked me to get rid of my pajamas and present a show for her like she was still doing with her all drenched pussy out in the open for me to enjoy.I.