He frequently requested Sheela to help out with contact numbers of plumbers, electricians, etc and Sheela used to oblige. Palash used to drive to work...every day.“Chal yaar drop karta hoon,” Palash again asked. This time Sheela agreed. Palash had a black sedan and Sheela sat on the co-driver seat and Palash started the car. They were just talking about work. That day Sheela had worn her usual salwar and leggings.While changing gears Palash backhand used to hit her thighs which Sheela did not. Harry then drove down and sprayed the white guard rails down at the passenger jetty and the all-weather passenger shelter and then painted all the fence posts back to the nearby homestead perched grandly on the point. Unfortunately the homestead was partly collapsed with weeds growing through that deceased section and so that rather ruined the picture. Likewise the livestock and freight handing facility beside the jetty looked to need rebuilding and it was likely the connecting amenities on the. And then her heart stopped when she saw a figure emerge from the closet. It brought back memories of when Mr. Young had done that while Jimmy was fucking her. Her head flung back causing the towel to unravel and fall noiselessly to the floor. Her wet hair tickled both cheeks as her hands flew to her face. She stepped back, not stopping until bumping into the wall. Panic overcame her and her body trembled. She took deep breaths on the verge of fainting. And then her mind cleared."Jimmy, what are. . are you... doing?" she whispered hoarsely."Just testing," I said."Testing what?" Why, testing the place I want to kiss and lick and suck." You... you what?" she demanded."Just testing what I want to kiss and lick and suck," I responded, moving my finger around her little button.Again she gasped. "Why... would you... do that?" she struggled with the words."Because... you are so beautiful and sexy and desirable," I said, hoping the truth would not scare her away."You think I'm... sexy?".