We had just enjoyed Bad Apple at Yoshi's in Oakland and when I turned on my cell phone after the last encore it chimed for a message. I must have look...d flummoxed because Lindy sounded concerned."It's that weird old guy I told you about. Seems he invited me to a party." Let me see?" Her hand lifted to take the phone."I better save it first," I told her which I did and handed it to her."Wow, fancy," she commented, handing me back the phone."Want to go?" Sure."My phone rang. It actually sounded. In a newspaper classified and she approached me on my mobile from that advt.It was a hot summer afternoon when I received her call, and she introduced herself as Shilpa Sharma(Name same but surname changed, on her request). The following was our conversation:-Shilpa: Hello, is it John?Me: Yes, John here, How may I serve you?Shilpa: Actually, I read your advt. in the newspaper today and would want to hire your services for one day at my place. Would like to know if you can make it to my place in. Come on pussy."He didn't have to tell me twice. I picked out a matching colour bra and panties from the pile and held them to my face. The smell was enchanting. I must say I prefer the subtle body odour from a worn bra than the more confronting scent of dirty panties. I savoured that scent and slipped out fo my clothes, put on the underwear, not entirely incompetently and we both threw on our pants and tops and shoes. The house was quiet, the scene was set and we slipped quietly out the slider. More as an aid to cogitation than with any serious purpose I walked along the upper edge of the pillow moving cautiously past the Lady’s recumbent head. Beyond it I found her mobcap that may have been displaced by the violence of her movements in her aroused excitement. I hastened towards it and insinuated myself inside its extensive folds. The masses of material gave warmth to my shivering body. Although the mobcap gave me warmth, the sensations returning to my body were not agreeable. The use.