”“David,” Mum protested, “we can’t ask you to do that, that’s your money, for your future.”“Mum, first off you’re not asking me, I�...m offering,” I replied, “no, I’m not offering, as the majority shareholder in the company I am instructing the board to pay the bill for whatever the company secretary needs. The alternative is we have no future.”“Of course, you do,” Mum snapped.“No, we don’t,” I replied, “without you, we’d be stuck with Dad’s cooking, and that is not any future I want to. I smiled but stuck a businesslike attitude and asked Sheela to get the aunt ready. Internally, though, I was getting a bit turned on as I’ve fantasized about making it out with an older lady. Pretty kinky, that, imagining having sex with a grey haired, 63 year old woman. I kept my fingers crossed. In a couple of minutes Sheela called me in to the bedroom and introduced me to Lata, her aunt. Lata was, as mentioned earlier, 63 years old and around 5’4″ in height. She was fair with a rather slim. You think back to when you were a child and growing up. Life was easy and you had no responsibilities. You had summer vacations to enjoy and no pressure of paying bills.You grow up and everything changes. Things your parents used to fight about are now your own reality. You wished your life a way and now you’re dealing with bills. Paying back student loans, working in a shit job with a crappy boss and having to juggle finances.Eventually, you get married and things are great, until you. Hum andher gaye tho udhari mile.Andher saman vagara shelf me lega rahe dhe.Mem aur husbend basket leke saman lene ko chale.Husbend bola ki thum saman lelo.Mem jake liqure ki bill katke aatha hum.Mene unse basket li aur sardar khade dhe ustharaf gayi.Udhar rack me sabun lay out kar rahe dhe wo.Dono side me rack dhe.Aur beech me jaga kam dhe.Mem sardar ka bagal me khadi hoke saman lene ki bahana se neeche ki tharf jhuk gayi.Ab meri gand usko dhikhay dhiya hoga.Mem seedhi hoke uske samne khadi.