At the shop, you sit opposite me and while away time with an intricate game of tapping your index finger over my palm. When the coffees arrive, you fi...ally look up at me. Your eyes sparkle not with innocence but with promise. People start streaming in as sunlight floods the ancient city, the crossroad of civilisations. Sounds abound around us. The clatter in the kitchen grows. I am lost in your kindness. — x — When I answer the phone you skip effortlessly over a decade of my silence. ‘Hey! I. The door of the Bentley was already open and the chauffeur was helping her inside. ********************* It was Friday evening with a wisp of autumn mist as we left the motorway and turned on to Oxfordshire’s country roads. I had hired a Mercedes convertible, closed the gallery an hour early, but leaving London with the week-end rush hour had made for infuriatingly slow progress. Casey, though, was relaxed and unworried in the passenger seat. “Tell me more,” I said.”“There’s not a lot to tell.. Me – Cool….seems like a great momentYamini – what moment are you talking of ??? ( With a naughty smile)Me – nothing….We went to her home….she ensured that none of her neighbours would see me….It was a small house a 1 bhk set….she asked me to seat on the bed ( they didn’t have any sofas or drawing room)She started making coffee…. seeing her ass from behind I literally couldn’t control my emotions…..I went behind her….and was sniffing her….when she noticed….Yamini – (without turning) what are you. The guy fucking M was playing with K’s breasts as was I from behind her. K was looser than her mother- probably because she had delivered some months earlier.“Fuck me,” came from M’s mouth as her ass was being pounded. Having experienced her ass before, I knew he could not last much longer inside her tight canal before he exploded.Then, K started mumbling about wanting me to cum in her- something about giving her a baby.Words like that can either kill the moment or they can spur a man to.