These ones strong. So get ready to party all night” my offer met with happy cheers and laughter. I walk around the island to pass out the drinks. Pa...ting Courtney on her ass secretly as I pass behind her. She looks at me with a guilty smile. Courtney’s phat ass stretching out her grey cotton pajama shorts. Frayed around the edges and tight because she obviously out grown them. Her bikini pantie lines easily visible. And a peal jam tank top , with No bra to hold her bouncy b-cup breast. Amy. I enjoyed every moment I spent with her, but my jaws would drop if ever her husband, daughter, or son would troop in and disturb our lively conversations.It was not long though that mobile numbers (of Anita and I) were exchanged. The intimacy had just become better. Text messages followed one after the other. The usual “his”, “hellos”, “good mornings”, “good evenings” and “good nights – sweet dreams” became a routine. Again, ideas were exchanged; one-liners were sent and received. I did know that it was a rare chance and we would be alone there till evening. But I could not understand her mind, although she behaves very freely with me. Aunty came back with wearing a rose colored night gown. She looked very sexy in that dress. Then she told me to take bath, as it may rain in the afternoon. When I came back after bath, I was shocked to see that sight. Aunty was sitting on the marble steps, preparing some vegetables for the lunch.The front portion of her gown had gone up to. *** I am sitting alone in the doorway of a small hut, looking out into the rain. It is cold and dark, and it’s not just rain, but hail and sleet thrashing down. I sit and I’m knitting a sweater for myself, against the miserable cold. I look down in my lap, and in the coarse wool are woven images which represent my frustrations, my fears, my sorrows. I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every day, my whole life. Over the years it has changed – adding on bits, losing bits – becoming.