To my surprise it was Rita bhabhi. She came near to me and said Namaste to her. She asked me about my wife and kids. I told them that they are in home...and I am here to just buy something. I asked her about her husband and kid. She told me that kid is in his grandpa’s house and husband has gone to outstation for some office work. She is alone therefore she came to mall to spend sometime to avoid boringness. She invited me to accompany her, I just went after her.While talking she asked me about. Meri mail id he ab me story pe ata hu ye kahani aj se kuch 7 fin phle ki h jo mere or meri pdos me rhne wali ek bhabhi ki h jo 36 sal ke aas pass hongi unka naaam kalpna tha or unke 2 bache the or unka husband kahi bahar kam karta tha. Ghar me sirf wo 3 hi the or mere pdosi bi the me abi akela rhta hu or family other city me to hua yu ki ek din rat se light ni aa rhi thi or lag rha tha ki rat tak ni ayegi to mere ghar me moter ke sath pump bi lga he to use pani lena tha mene use aaane diya jab. It was my cue to do the same to Anna, who was responsive to my fingers down her panties and hungrily kissed me with her tongue. Licking the inside of my lips in circular motion to suggest to me what she wanted me to do to her pussy lips. Or, at least, that is what I thought it meant. She led me upstairs and I fingered her as we slowly went up, enjoying every rise in the stairs - discovering my the third or fourth stair that she was nice and hairy and wet. So this was it, I thought. I'd be. “Oh, well,” thought Evelyn, “in for a penny, in for a pound,” and she drove forward. As she followed the signs downward, she thought of the previous week at The Leather Rose when Sam approached her with what she thought was a cheap pickup line. “Are you ready to move from amateur night to the real thing?” he had said as he handed her a business card with SaM’s Place in large, bold lettering. There was no address or phone number on the card, only a bar code beneath the lettering.“This is a.