I stared back at them, gazing at the smooth sable-toned skin shining at the edges from the moonlight, undulating with the contours of their muscles. I...walked right up to them, only to have them each take a step back. Their eyes gave away their surprise. One finally spoke. “Are you okay, woman?” “I’m fine,” I said. “Just taking a walk.” “Where are your clothes?” he asked, the hint of a smile coming over his face. “They’re at my house,” I said. “I like to walk without them, especially on. She invited me to sit and we took opposite ends of the love-seat in her living room.We were already comfortable with each other and made small-talk, discussing local bars and restaurants. We danced around it but I was very aware, and I could tell she was too, that we hadn't yet talked about the elephant in the room. Eventually, there was a lull in the conversation. A pregnant pause. We looked at each other."So," she said, eventually."So," I coyly replied."Do you want to do this?" Right now?" No. They took my family for a ride and celebrated the moment with us. It was a coincidence that Mr Patel was free that day and was able to join the celebration. I noticed a glint in Mr Patel’s eye when I saw him ogling Swati bhabhi.At the couple’s house, we were having snacks after coming home from the ride. Swati bhabhi was health conscious so she did not touch the cake. Except for her, everyone had a big slice of cake on their plate.I caught Swati bhabhi giving an inviting look to Mr Patel and. Blemish wise, she has a small mole on her wrist, one on her thigh and couple of cuties on her right midriff. ‘I am going to punish you for the pain you caused me!’ ‘I deserve it – I treated you cruelly. Beat me as you see fit.’ Her accent is Liverpudlian. After all this time I am still captivated by her voice, her body – I love her… but she must still be taught a lesson. I move the stool into the centre of the room. She casts me a glance of apprehension… to no avail. ‘Bend over the stool – I am.