On the weekend when Varun went out to play I used to stop by at her place, have lunch and paint with her.Soon both me and Varun noticed a subtle chang... in her dressing sense.Her loose fitting, conservative clothes were replaced by tight, slightly revealing clothes. We began meeting almost everyday in the evening.On one such a day when the day I was working out in the gym she called me and asked me to have dinner with her. I agreed. I cleaned up and went to her place along with a bouquet of. Bhahi hansne lagi or boli isme kya hai apni wife yahan le aao. Maine kaha jab tak proper stand nahi ho jata tab tak impossible hai.Bhabhi: to kya hua yahan koi saheli bna lo.Main: Abhi time he kahan milta hai ladkiyan ptane k liye n waise b ladkiyan hum jaise married logo me kam interest leti hain.Bhabhi: (shrarti muskaan k sath) to koi shadishuda saheli pta lo yahan kaun si kami hai.Maine kaha baat to aap sahi kar rahi hain par time he nahi hota aap he apne jaisi apni koi saheli se setting. The Devil grins like souls screaming, when he’s in his element. ‘Is it a deal, then? This game for your soul? I win, it’s mine, you win, it’s yours, all stalemates go to Him.’ He flicked his eyes upwards with… It might have been reverence. It might have been sadness. It might have been a lot of playacting. He looked at me and added, ‘I’ll even make and keep a promise not to read your mind during the game, for a change.’ ‘Sure, it’s a deal, but any way it turns out, you’re buying the next round. Next morning I awoke early pulled on a T shirt and went to make myself a coffee I just started to drink it when C came into the kitchen when she saw me became a little flustered obviously our noise the night before made an impression. She had a kimono style robe on those tits straining against the material. I handed her a coffee and remarked you have a great set of tits C I bet John loves them. Blushing she nodded, we moved into the living room siting at each end of the couch, I lifting my leg.