‘It’s another fucking roasting,’ said Thelma. ‘The bastards have really got it in for us here.’ It didn’t take me long to read the whole n...wspaper story. As in the earlier story in the New York Post more than three-quarters of the allocated space was taken up with the photograph and the headline: English All-Girl Punk Outrage Hits East Coast. A headline like that could just as easily have been praise as censure, but prompted by Thelma it was with a sinking heart that I read the text of the. This is in continuation of those stories.For those who are reading my stories for first time. I would like to give my intro. I am fair person with athlete body. This story is about 8 years old incident happened with me.I worked in Delhi till 2008 and during my stay in Delhi. I developed very friendly relation with couple staying next door. I used address them as Bhabhi-Bhaiya. We used to have lot of fun and that turn to sexual fun later. We use to have sex in weekend when their kids were not. She looks up as she hears someone enter the office. A smile breaks through – it’s him, he‘s arrived. He smiles back and walks towards her. She doesn’t get up; she doesn’t want to appear too eager. He sits down and they chat, all the while she can feel the tension building inside of her. She needs to touch him, to kiss him. She knows he is waiting for her to make the move, she can see it in the way that he looks at her, as if he is almost daring her. Eventually she can’t take the pressure. The bib of her dress and squared-off plunge neckline,with a quarter-cup bra beneath, presented her tits en-priseas they combined to ease them up and squeeze them up as if they would pop outat any longed-for second. First and second, bothbreasts beckoned bosomically becomingly, as Camilleona sexily seared: ?Good afternoon my ladies?, witha curtsey that flashed a fiery yellow thong bursting with pod-lips that sang abedtime song never ever allied to any lullaby. ?Camilleona!You are supposed to be.