I knew she did too. The way she smiled wasn’t the usual curtsy way a landlady would. Was she flirting? Was it a cue? I knew I hadn’t the guts to a...t on it. I was not very good at talking to women. And I’m still not. Especially one as feisty as pragati. She made me nervous. One moment she would act all timid and shy and in another she was all smiling and confident.“so do you stay up this late everyday Mrs Sharma”? I asked.“no. Not usually this late. Arpit (her husband) has gone to Hyderabad for. .” she said looking down.My mother slowly got up and went to my aunt “I understand what you mean em, and I’m not at all mad, we can both share Brian…….. if he is up for it” as both of them looked towards me and I could only smile, my mother stared to walk away saying “im off to have a shower, he is all yours till I get back…”As I looked back at my aunt her bag was on the coffee table and her dress was on the floor, which was soon joined by her bra and panties, “so Brian do you like what you. .. I heard a short moaning "mmm-hmm" in answer."Would you like me to stroke it and tease it for you?" Again I heard a short moaning "mmm-hmm" in answer. "Would you like me to suck it for you and tickle it with my tongue? Would you spread your legs wider for me than your husband Chike so I can latch on to your pussy lips and suck them into my mouth?"This time I heard a long, moaning "mmm-hmm"..mmm-hmm..mmm-hmm".I laughed and whispered in her ear "later", then inserted the tip of my cock in. Most of the downstairs offices were staffed twenty four hours a day. The second floor was Joint Chiefs, the intelligence group, CIA, NSA, and the group that fed information to the two guys handling the football.The note was from the CIA desk, ‘‘You need to come down here ASAP.’’I excused myself and almost ran to the elevator. At the Joint Chiefs station the CIA guys were there. On the wall screens were satellite images - the best the CIA could produce.There was a firefight going on. On the.