Graceful as ever! I called-‘Bhabhi’Without opening her eyes she said-‘Haan… bolo’‘Kaisa lag raha hai?’‘Oh dear! Wonderful…Jannat…J...nnat! What a chudai! Pleasure point par tumhare semen ka shot kamaal ka tha. Kya force tha! Bandook ki goli ki tarah laga aur sare sansar ka maja ek sath de gaya. Rom-Rom tript ho gaya. Main to anand ke sagar me doob gayee. Tumhari chudai se dhanya ho gayee. Aisa khumar chadha hai ki toot hi nahi raha!’Bhabhi aap hi ne sikhaya hai…aapki shiksha ka palan kar raha. They were still on the phone when I returned to the car. She hung up while I was working my sore leg into the tall SUV. Of course I notice her hang up when I got in the car.“Who was that?” I asked.“Lord Graystone of course,” Joan said.“Good I’m glad you are getting to know him,” I said. I found that I actually meant it. I had no idea why I felt that way. I was pretty sure Joan would be leaving me first chance she got. More likely she would be kicking me to curb.After the walk, when I returned. I pulled over near them and walked up to them. Sure enough, they were both pretty good looking people in their early 20s. I asked "So, this might sound weird but what type of work would you do for food or money?"The guy said "Just about anything man. What do you need done?" Well, I have a proposal. You can turn it down if you want but.... I'd like to watch and film the two of you having sex. I will pay for a motel room for you to stay overnight. You can shower and enjoy a clean room. I'll also. Had I missed all of this somehow? I scooted up toward the headboard of the bed, arranging pillows in a pile, not willing to take my eyes off of the scene before me as I tried to understand it. Both were dressed only in the skimpiest of two-piece bathing suits but they were of little consequence in the whole tableau. So erotic was the tender kissing of their mouths, the flicker of lounges, the light touches of hands running through hair, pulling one another closer, releasing. They kissed.