I did not want to spoil the moment. So, took a closer look and now I was able to see her Pussylips and Inner Thighs closely.She said – “Mujhe pata...hai tum mujhe chup ke dekkte ho. Aur kai baar to maine tumhe apni gaand ki taraf ghoorte hue bhi dekha hai.” I was stunned listening to those words. She then handed over her wet panty to me and said “yeh lo meri yaad tumhare liye.” I sniffed it and it had the aroma of her love spot. It was slightly wet with her pussy juices, at first it felt bad, but. I saw a young lady maybe early 20’s who did not appear to be shopping but looking round very suspiciously she also did not look like the local Arab women, she had a large bag which looked like it had some of the stores clothes in. I radioed the owner and he told me he was busy and to take care of it, I saw her put an expensive top into her bag then head for the door without paying. I followed her to the door and catching the attention of the guard at the door caught her as she left the shop. I. They were comfortable with each other’s presence while changing.It was one of those typical winter mornings when Kalpana went to Nisha’s house with a few kilos Gaajar so that they both can grate to make halwa. Nisha’s youngest daughter, Munni, of 10 was at home due to cold.The discussion turned to the immunity of the children, how the kids fall ill at the smallest change in season, etc.Nisha: Bhabhi, the reason is that what children nowadays eat is totally artificial. From childhood, children. Do I look like one of those girls?" Heaven forbid! You've misunderstood my luncheon invitation," he had said, his square handsome face assuming an embarrassed, if, awed expression. "How can I ever apologize and make you understand..." Please don't, M'sieu'. It's not necessary." But I feel like a cad..."She had laughed once more. "I like you the way you were... and shall we say about two-ish tomorrow... ?" T-Two-ish... ?" he repeated, his iniquitous rogue's eyes beginning to dance excitedly..