She was just about to finish lunch and get up when Pawan started crying. Shyam got a little worried, but she recognised that her son was hungry and it...was about feeding time. She quickly kept her plate in the kitchen and washed her hands. Pawan had started howling by then. She hurried back, picked him up and ran back to the kitchen. She quickly opened the lower buttons of her blouse and gave her breast to her son. He immediately stopped crying and started suckling. Relieved, she looked up to. It was decided that it would not be any of our friends, but needed to be someone she was comfortable with not a total stranger. That was an impossible scenario I had to come up with someone though, I showed a naked picture around a little and found some guys interested in fucking her. I let them know what was up and arranged for us to meet as if by chance one guy at a time. The first couple of times nothing happened but we had some hot sex so I knew she was turned on. The third guy, Jim, was a. "Steve? Are you smelling my panties?" She asks again, taking her panties out of my hand."Yeah!" I respond."You're a sick pervert! Do me a favor? STOP SMELLING MY PANTIES!" She yells, storming off to her bedroom.A few minutes later I knock on her bedroom door."Stef? Can I come in?" I ask.I notice her sitting on her bed, crying."Why are you crying, Stef?" I ask."I'm crying because, I'm just now realizing, that you're actually attracted to me, and, that scares me!" She says, sobbing.I wrap my arm. Ya could’ve taken her to the park and done it behind the band stand.’ ‘Oh Frank. Ya gota be kidding. If I ever do it, it’ll be under the right circumstances, but I don’t think it’s ever going to happen.’ ‘What was the other date you had? I can’t remember.’ ‘Oh it was two years, ago with Eleanor Reese. She asked me to go to a movie.’ ‘Another opportunity squandered!’ ‘Let’s be serious.’ ‘I am being serious little brother. We’re both pretty good lookin’ guys. And you can tell from seein’ other.