When she reappeared, Helen was handed a cup of milky coffee. “Mark my words, dear. You’d have no trouble finding a man. If you wanted one, that is...”Holding the cup and saucer, Helen stared for a moment. “I have to admit ... I do miss...” She trailed off.“There you go, dear. Mark what I say.”From there, Helen walked briskly into town, bought some basic supplies, entered the library, and scanned the shelves in a desultory sort of way.“Helen?”She jerked round at the sound of a male voice saying. Ek list diya or paisa diya main market chala giya 1 hours bad marketing kar ke gharaiya door knock kiya koi nahi aiya main under chala giya dakha bhabi kisi ko mobile pe gali de rahi thi main t.V. Room pe bath ke t.V. Dekh raha tha bhabi aiya muze pucha kab aiya main bola thora time huwa main ne bhabi se pucha kis ko etna gali de rahi thi bhabi boliBhabi: udash ho ke boli tera bhaiya seMain: kio kuch problem huwa kiyaBhabi: kuch nhi ase hiMain: please bolo naBhabi ro pari,main ne bola kiya huwa. “I’m the tease?” he asked with mock outrage. “Who’s the one in the shower having orgasm after orgasm?” She laughed and stepped out of the shower. He walked out of the bathroom and headed into the bedroom. Marcia grabbed the large, fluffy towel and quickly dried off. She walked naked into the bedroom to see Tracy lying on his side on the bed. He watched her like a voyeur as she got dressed. They chatted about her day while she got herself ready. The feeling in her pussy was still there and it. When the aching melody had gone silent, he had worked his way to the other side of the barn. There was an opening there that he could sneak in through when she bedded down. He watched as she rolled out a ragged sleeping bag over an intact bale of hay, standing on it as she did some limber stretches. It was as if she had no ligaments. Kupper had to marvel at it.It took her a while to bed down. Snuggling into her sleeping bag, she stayed awake a while longer as she stared at a softly glowing.