You could read the part one here. For all you folks who don’t know me, I’m an anonymous male writer based in Chennai. I’ve had my couple of fun ...imes, which I’d be sharing here. This is the second part of my previous story ‘The Neighborhood Lady’ and the third and final part would be released after this. And like always, the rest everything would be kept anonymous. Let’s get into the story.As I concluded in the previous part, my lady was all set to leave in 2 days. Her mother decided to leave. Other than changing my son's diapers, I'd never touched another prick. Never wanted to, either. Oh, as I got older I became more open minded about gays. But I wouldn't have ever classified myself as so much as curious. Not that the kid was propositioning me - I could see clearly that he was in a great deal of distress. If I didn't help him, he was going to have to make his way home with wet pants."Sure," I laughed, "I can help you out. Bet next time you'll piss before they screw around with. Fir usne mummy ko bed par lita diya aur kisi tarha mummy ka blouse khol diya aur bra bhi mummy virodh karti rahi lekin usne ek naa suni bra khulte he vo to jaise pagal he ho gayaMeri mummy ke 40″size ke mumme dekh kar.mummy apne hatho se boobs ko chupane lagi to vo bola kya cheez hai tu rashmi.mummy nai kaha please mat karo ye acchi baat nahi hai.usne kaha ki main aab kuch bhi accha bura nahi janta main bas tumhe cahata hoon.jab se main yaha aaya hoo tab se main tumhare liye pagal hoon aur jaab. "I mean this isn't like in college or when you were young. You don't have to plan anything out. You can do whatever you want to me. You have a 99.999% chance of getting some pussy." I'm just..." I began. "I guess maybe we should wait until the Rite is over." But why?" she asked, obviously upset. "What the hell does the Rite have to do with us? It's just some bullshit the government came up with to lower the divorce rate. Tomorrow evening you'll go out and have sex with some random woman. I'll.