Vinay came out of his dream world and rushed to the living room sofa before he replied.Me-yes Bhabhi I have already put the bottle in, are on ready?BB...yes I am Vinay, how do I look?She came out of the room with that lovely short dress.Me-wow Bhabhi you look stunning, this dress is so pretty, I feel you are a teenage girl in her college not my Bhabhi.BB- hahaha ty Vinay, that was quite a compliment & if you feel so then call me Sarita, not Bhabhi that was the name my good friends used to call me. , and I had every intention of getting in some nasty fucking with my man afterwards, so I was hoping to get in a little shut-eye tonight.But Alicia had other plans tonight. By the time I finished off my stogie and went back into her room, I recognized that I was going to be paying my “fuck boy” dues tonight. That’s what Alicia’s daughter had taken to calling me: “Mom’s fuck boy”, or “Mom’s fuck daddy”… depending on how much she wanted to irritate me. I know it sounds shitty, but one of these. We were higher by about five stories than any other building nearby. She regally seated herself in a plush leather couch and told me to make her a martini and myself whatever I wanted. She pointed to the bar across the room. I finished the drinks and brought them to where she was sitting. She patted the couch beside her and I sat."I'm curious about this fetish for women's feet you were talking about." She crossed her legs so that her foot was dangling directly in front of me. She bobbed it up. After a brief conversation over the menu, he ordered and they were servedAfter the meal, they walked the entire mall, looking at each store’s windows. James thought, ‘This is nice, walking, holding hands with some mindless chatter. So much different than a first date on my first pass.’The date ended on a high note. He rode with her back to her house and then he pedalled home. When he walked in, he was confronted by all of the women, waiting for him.“So,” his mother asked.“So...”“How did it.