Me: Ok.When she came back, she was in her tight nighty which was up to her knees. I was in love with her milky thighs. Then my married neighbour came ...nd sat much closer than before. She asked me –Mansi: Do you have a girlfriend?Me: No, bhabhi. But looking at your beauty, I want my wife to be the same as you.She laughed and said, “You are very naughty.”Me: You haven’t seen me till now.Mansi: What do you mean?Me (touching her thighs): Bhabhi, you are very beautiful and bhaiya is a very lucky. No matter how long you have been in contact with, the first meeting always makes you nervous. I dressed up casually in a black leather jacket, a grey muffler, a faded blue t-shirt, faded skinny denim jeans and woodland shoes. We were to meet in the greater Kailash M-block market café coffee day.I reached the venue before time and told the server to get a box of chocolate along with a bouquet of flowers that I bought for her (yellow lilies). At sharp 12 she came through the door looking. "Thanks," Robert said with a grin. "I'll go see him, but you know we didn't always get along very well." Yep," said Seth, "I heard a few of your rows, hard not to." Hiding in the back room, eh?" Robert asked, getting to his feet and brushing off his britches. He handed the unfinished boat to his brother.Seth smiled up at him and set the smooth-sided little ship beside the sleeping cat. "Want me to come along?" Sure. Why not?"The two young men, one nearly six feet tall and the other a half a. The restaurant was on the beach, very near the office, she ordered for us and the food started coming on little plate, a taste of this, a taste of that – it was all delicious. We drank Raki, very strong alcohol like Ouzo and she talked and talked, about her family, her son, their new dog, she was bright and friendly and I tried very hard not to stare at her lovely jugs. I told her about my wife and kids back in England and compared stories of parenting and life, it was all very nice. After a.