"I've been telling you that, dummy. I am not Prue!" Well," thought Phoebe aloud, "if you aren't Prue, you must be a warlock." A warlock? What are yo...--the world's dumbest bitch?" I'm not a bitch, Prue!"Phoebe stood up angrily and stalked across the room. Perry, in Prue's curvaceous form, kept hurling random insults at her, narrowing her eyes in anger. At once, a book flew off the nearby table and missed Phoebe's head by inches, crashing into the wall beyond her.Perry was astonished. His. As she was living alone in her apartment in Gurgaon, we choose Saturday night. I reached at 8PM on her given address and she opened the door and all I could say was woww. She giggled and invited me. We sat opposite to each other. She was wearing shorts and a sleeveless top with a deep neck and she was showing her tummy too. I complimented on her beauty. To make things comfortable, I had brought us dinner from outside and I also presented her a bouquet with which she was impressed a lot.We had. So that’s where I made my entrance.I politely walked over to them and offered to buy them a round. “SoCo and lime!” the three lovelies shouted in unison. I went to the bar, got the drinks and returned to the ladies. Each girl took hers and we downed them in unison. I then offered to take pictures for them. As I snapped away, they struck various poses. At first they were simple, but after three or four shots, they became more and more erotic. One girl would grab another’s tits, or run a hand up. Banished to the bedroom, we hauled out the air mattress and blew it up with the built-in pump. Mrs. Chaney insisted we make it up like a normal bed and so we wrapped it with a fitted sheet, spread and tucked the flat, and then covered it with a blanket. I fluffed my two pillows while Mom idly shot the breeze with us a few minutes, making me progressively more uncomfortable as I envisioned her without the robe, and then without the pajamas underneath. She'd freak if she had scoped my aching.