That’s why I told yousomeone was ringing the bell.”“Well next time you know to go ahead and open it,” AuntWilma said.My mother...in law looked strangely, as if she wasn’tbuying the story. She walked down the hall and wentstraight to Wilma’s bedroom. She figured some shit wasup because the bed was messed up with the sheets pulledback. She might have even smelled the scent of freshfucked pussy. But I played it cool.“Aunt Wilma, can you come on and finish. Will continue our discussion tomorrow.Saying this She hung up the phone. I was In a fix as why she was talking all that , and What is going on in her mind.I reached her home at 8 .I had put on the Giordiano perfume which turns her on. This time she wasn’t wearing her night suit rather she was in a Lingerie. It was a feast to my eyes. I hugged her tight and we headed towards the bedroom. She had already prepared a Badam Shake for me , as she believes it Gives energy while fucking. I drank it in. ” Borsha observed her Mom’s whole body and understood what was going on earlier. Then she sat beside the bed and told, “Mom, it’s me.” Bhabi sprang up and covered her body with her shari which was kept on the sided table.Bhabi began to stammer, “BBBBBorsha, you, wwwwhen yyyyyou have cccccome?” Borsha replied in sensitiveness and affectionate tone “you are busy with your own, am I in your mind?” Bhabi grabbed her daughter’s hand and told “darling, my doll, please don’t mind upon me, I wanted to. She invited me to eat. She invited me to play guitar. She invited me to tell stories. She invited me and Lyn for dinner, and before- and after-dinner wine, and more guitar music and stories. She invited us to stay the night in her king bed. Lyn declined, I accepted. Turns out, I did not use my little bedroom at Lyn’s very much. After Lyn left that night, Clarita snuggled up to me, sniffed me, and grimaced. ‘Oh boy, you smell like you been out in the sun too long. So do I. Let’s fix that.’.