’ ‘I’ll probably buy one then.’ ‘Yes, buy one tomorrow and play in it on Tuesday and Thursday club days to get used to it so we can be winne...s on Sunday.’ ‘It I endure doing this for you, what present would I give you? ‘Oh, a bottle of wine.’ ‘I’d rather you thought about giving me something long, thick and warm.’ ‘Maggie, keep your voice down. I’ll have to think about that.’ ‘I really like you, um, Nash.’ ‘I know you like me.’ ‘I like the look of your smooth, taunt young body.’ ‘Yes, I can. O chokh boro boro kore fello aar bollo, “orey babba. Kottboro leorago apner. Etto boro leora amar tight bodhai dhukbo kemne?” Ami bollam, “dekh na maagi tor bodha eto gorom kore tulbo je ghorar shonao dhuke jabey.” Ami Momotaj k bichanai chit kore shuiye dilam. Momotajer peticot-ta khule fellam. Uuuffffff ki shundor gud go!!! Ekebare jeno ekta paoruti. Fola fola r halka halka baaley vorti. Momotajer gud dekhe ami vishon khushi holam. Ami bollam, “baah, maagi besh chamki gud baniyechish to.”. People who have read my stories and people who wrote to me, thank you all people. Your responses are the actual reason which inspires me to write about all the escapes of my life. Lets get in to the story guys. This time it is not about my GF Nickey. This story is about my house owner.So, guys after the last sexual encounter with Nickey we broke up after a year or half and I moved back to Bangalore. Where I saw my new house owners wife and guys tell you she is one hot MILF. I went crazy looking. I guess I’d like to unwrap the Christmas gift, not BE the Christmas gift.But I can’t exactly help myself. I feel myself up and down, over top of clothing. Her little pajamas couldn't be any softer. Expensive, silky, and so thin I can feel my skin right through them. I feel across my chest, the slightest little bumps of her nipples. Mostly flat chested, she’s such a late bloomer. I continue down until I reach her groin. Almost nothing there. Just a slightly puffy little mound. It’s so different.