We never had a conversation that went beyond meaningless chatter.Whenever I was in the liquor store, though, looking around at the selection of scotch...they carried or standing in line with the bottle of my choice, I could never keep myself from eyeing the lady’s huge chest. I always thought I managed to do this in a discreet manner and I assumed she was too busy with other customers to notice anyway. I was wrong, though.One Friday night, after having done my grocery shopping, I walked into the. She didn't answer. Or I couldn't understand her answer."Maybe at night," I answered for her. "We'll do it on the beach, at night."Now, there are two kinds of fellatio. Both kinds are excellent. Fellatio, is, by definition, excellent. Even when it's bad, it's good.But when it's done in an amateurish fashion, it's endearing. And, ladies: Try to understand! The reason the guy likes it so much, in large measure, is just because you're doing it at all!The fact that you may be doing it badly is. Me: Well, what can I say? I see you are having trouble finding a rickshaw. Mind if I drop you?She: But, where are you? It would be so great if you could drop me.I told her where I was parked. She came to the car. I helped her keep the bags she had from shopping in the car trunk. She told her daughter to hop in the back seat of the car and she came and sat in the front seat.She: I am sorry if it’s too much trouble, but I just couldn’t find an auto-rickshaw.Me: It’s okay ma’am. It’s my. Damn, I blurted. That sucks. He continued without further encouragement, Its better this way. I mean, Im sad, sure, but… its better this way. Despite his hopeful words he looked miserable. It hurt me to see him sad. After another period of silence I just nodded, realizing it wasnt words he needed now. I spun on top of him and in his lap, hugging him tight. After a moment he pressed his head on my breasts and wrapped his arms around me. Being so close to him felt comforting to me, and I hoped he.