S: Why??Me: You are so beautiful, if you were mine I would marry you.S: But I am old and you don’t like aunty types I guessMe: My ex-girlfriend was ...lso of your age.S: So you are aunty boy, did you satisfy your ex-girlfriend??Me: Do you want me to prove you how I satisfied her?S: Ok today evening there is no function. You come to drop me home and prove me. Let me see how this young generation is growing.Me: Sure Sandhya.After this we kept making excuses to see each other, give looks to each. I stood shaking but my tears had almost dried up when he returned. God, how I hated him and hoped the glare I gave him conveyed that message but the fear of another hiding prevented me saying just what I thought of him. Sullenly and uncooperatively rigid, I just stood still while he removed all the rest of my clothing and put them in the washing machine. He came back with a pair of old slippers. "These will have to serve until I can look through the clothes we have in store," he informed me,. " Lisa sighed, bowing her head in embarrassment as she toed of her shoes and leaned down to pull off her stocking. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it hang open as she slipped her skirt down her thighs. She handed both garments over at Mr. David's out stretched hand. He threw them onto his desk, far out of her range. She stood before him in a lacy white bra and a barely-there thong with her arms crossed in an attempt to cover her breasts. "Now come closer. Let me look at you." She. The farewell had ended in the evening and then her class had proceeded to go to a club. When she reached back home I was all alone there because we had to go to a dinner party and since Alisha had gotten late in returning from her farewell, I had volunteered (with a mischievous plan to fuck her) to stay back and wait for her.The bell rang and I answered the door. Alisha was standing there looking as stunning as ever. I let her in and as she walked toward the living room couch, I ogled at her.