The woman who answered the door was a tall blond and reasonably fit looking mid forties, dressed in shirt and skirt and nice open toed sling back shoe.... Her husband about my build and height had more hair but was pleasantly agreeable. We sat in the lounge, talked about the street and the public side of our lives before last night. They had been married before and had c***dren both at university. He worked in construction as an estimator, she a personal trainer.It was clear that I should have. ... "Well, you mom is taking your brother to music lessons, why don’t you come to my house and I will make us some lunch then you can see what I bought." "Alright" I answered. After a quick meal we moved into her bedroom where she got changed into her first outfit; jeans and a singlet. The next three outfits were similar and each time I complimented her by saying it looked good. Next she put on a bikini which I told her went great with her new tits. She laughed and gave. Slowly slowly me and bhabhi came close to each other. One day her husband have to go delhi for 2 days so they told me to take care of bhabi as they know am a decent guy but they don’t know about my intention.So at about 4 pm they left home and I had gone to drop them at sector 17 bus station. After I came back from station and I gone to my room and change my dress. As the weather is very hot in mohali so I use to wear jockey shorts and sando at my room. I was sitting on my bed I got a call from. "Her name is Cathy, she lives at unit 3/27 Cook Ave and this is the contact number". Rick quickly wrote down the information, a short chit-chat followed and then he hung up.Later that day he contacted the woman, she did seem a bit vague but said that she would be ready for the following Monday. "I hope so", he muttered as he hung up. "Once before I was asked to pick an individual up and had to wait, the idiot had forgotten, so much for fucking modern technology". After disengaging the phone.