"And, breakfast is going to be kibble again." I scooped a cup of the dry dog food out of the big bag then poured a cup of warm water over it, stirring...it slowly with a finger. I watched her drop her head and smiled. I'd learned early on that the dogfood symbolized something to her. I never quite figured out what, but I knew it was a powerful button. She hated it. I, on the other hand, loved it. It had been weeks since I'd had to scramble up eggs for her or pour her a bowl of cereal. This way. I put out the light and thoughtfully followed her. When we had settled down I asked her what she had told our young man, and she chuckled, that she had told him to “just to ask”, I asked “for what?” and she said, “anything at all, he`s a good lad and an enquiring youth, he needs a lot of practise, but he did well this afternoon, and I `spose you want chapter and verse!” I chuckled and slid my hand up to her already wet sex, “you know me too well!” She told me all about it and I must say it was. I love it.Me: (surprised by his comments) Stop now. You are drunk! I am not your girlfriend.He: I know I am not your boyfriend, but I have a fantasy to fuck a sexy and taller girl than me.I was laughing and said, “I am 190 cms with 80 kgs of bone weight. Be logical in your fantasy. You are 165 cms with 65 kgs.” He was saying something. But I got the phone call from my hubby, and I left the place. But his comments disturbed me, particularly on my ass. No one has appreciated my ass.Later I have. He gave a puzzled look and left from there. We had a hearty laugh at the person’s reaction.As we started to walk, I pulled Srishti close to me, kept my hands on her shoulder. She held me by my waist as we started walking. We pretended that it was all pretty innocent flirting and fun. But deep inside, I was craving for her body.I wanted to feel her nakedness, her warmth. I wanted to see the delicious mounds of flesh hidden beneath her lovely dress. I wanted to feel them, make her horny playing.