The walk in closet was filled with women's clothing. Everykind you could imagine, sexy lingerie to work attire. "I could get someserious money for thi... stuff". He lay back in the bed and just took in thesurroundings of this beautiful home. He was tired form the drive andstarted to dose off. "I am the luckiest guy in the world" he said as hedrifted off.His dreams were vivid. He was at the ocean and sitting in the tide facingthe beach. The waves would crash against his back almost knocking. The end of Wendy supplying me with generous portions of nocturnal exercises drove me to look in the wrong places for a suitable replacement.None of the registered debutante types seemed willing to try me on due to my passing the normal age limitations on spousal qualifications, especially for those of the virginal category. I was forced to look into other pools of suitable available pussy like widows or divorcees living in close proximity. I tried on a widow or two and found them most agreeable. Usse aage ye log kuch detail dete nahi. Ab tu kya karegi. Main bolu to police ko bula le.Main thodi der chup rahi.Neha: Hello? Hello?Main: Sorry, main kuch soch rahi thi.Neha: Kya sochi? Police ko bulwa doon kya tere liye?Main: Nahi nahi, agar sachme Rakesh hai iske peeche to khamakha bohut badnaami hogi.Neha: Woh baat bhi sahi hai.Main: Thanks, yaar jo bhi information tumne dilwaya. Ab mein aage ka kuch sochti hoon. Tu bas Akash ko busy rakh mere liye, please.Neha: Theek hai theek hai, le jati. Ashok uncle: Hahaha! Nahi nahi! Tum boli thi ye sab nahi bologi.Uncle mujhe dekh hath malte hue bole: Hmmm, to ab main jo kahunga karogi?Mere mann mein ye sunn uttejna hone lagi. Lekin udaas shakal banakar boli: Mmmm. Kya karna hai?Ashok uncle: Hmmm, dance!Main: Dance? Matlab?Ashok uncle: Haan, jo bolunga karogi boli thi na, to karke dikhao.Shayad uncle bhaap rahe the ki meri kya awastha hai. Main karungi ya nahi, to main sofe se uthti hui boli, “Usme kya hai, mujhe laga isse mushkil kuch.