Meri to jese lottary khul gai. Maine kha aaj mere ghar par koi nahi hai wo mere sath mere ghar par chale wahin par uske pyaar ka test hoge. Usne kaha ...oi shararat mat karna.Maine kaha theek hai. Hum ghar par gaye. M use badroom me akele chod kar kitchan mecoffee banane chala gaya. M coffee bana raha tha k achanak mere pich se do hanth aayeaaye or mujhe jakad liya mene dekha Geeta ne apne balon ko diya tha, kya khoob lag rahithi wo us time. Aachanak piche se pakadne k karan thodi si coffee uske. She pulled over into the hard shoulder, cursing herself for driving too fast. Samantha watched the policeman in her side mirror as he got out of his car and walked towards her. She was starting to sweat with nerves; she'd never even had a parking ticket before and now here she was on the side of a road, all alone and waiting for a policeman to arrest her. She would never live the embarrassment of this down. She hadn't expected the policeman who knocked on her window to be so handsome. It shook. She was a very attractive woman with a small frame, probably in her early fifties. She was thin but not skinny, her housecoat was open and I watched her braless breasts bouncing quite nicely as she tip-toed through the snow towards me. The cold weather had made her nipples rock hard and I could feel them through my shirt as she hugged me. We went inside and talked for a few minutes while the girls opened their Christmas presents from George and Linda. Megan at my urging had invited her family. I thought to myself I wonder if I signal to him that I am interested if anything would come of it. As he past me this last time I smiled and signaled for him to pull over. He drove about 300 yards past then pulled onto a dirt road and went out of sight. I thought he was gone. As I reached where he turned off I could see his SUV just down the road pulled off in the woods. My heart began to pound. As I approached his vehicle I could tell he was checking me out. He was a handsome older gentleman..