She was wearing a saree that time.I then slowly put my hands on her back, near her waist. It was awesome, she did not respond. Then I slowly pressed o... her waist. Aunty suddenly got up and adjusted the saree and asked in a breaking voice, “What are you doing?!”I was scared like anything but at the same time, I didn’t want to stop. I knew this was the best chance for me and I have to utilize it.So I also got up and said looking into her eyes, “I love you”.She was shocked, her face faced turned. Me: As a dance enthusiast, I would love to try it. But what made you ask this ma’am?I was getting curious now.Hearing this, Sara looked at others, smiled a little and continued talking.Sara: I have participated in a lot of dance shows, events performing different dance forms across the world. Of all the dances, belly dance is the closest to my heart. I enjoyed it a lot and received great accolades and praises from everyone. I always wanted to teach this dance to young girls and pass it on to. Cameron never mentioned anything to me about him. “Yes, I ran into him at Dunkin Donuts.” “Oh? What did you guys talk about?” “You, my dear.” “Oh.” By now, I was completely confused. Where in the hell was this conversation going. “Would you like to know, what about you, was discussed?” “Very much so, yes.” “Well, I am going to be blunt about it. Elizabeth, I want to fuck you.” I felt my eyes go wide, and my cheeks become beat red. I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there quietly.. It was what she called her formal garden and gardening was her favorite pastime, aside from her antiques. She would have noticed if someone used the old well. I remember when I was younger Mr. Anderson wanted to get rid of the old well because of the danger of someone falling in and getting hurt. Mrs. Anderson had a fit, saying it was the centerpiece of her garden. They compromised and Mr. Anderson had father install a floor in the well as well as redoing the roof. Father did a lot of things.