Dusare din uthane ke baad mai mami ko bola ki teri gaand marani hai to usane mana kar diya aur boli ki muze teri chudai ki wajah se chalana bhi nahi h... raha hai gaand marega to mai khadi bhi nahi ho paungi.Usane office me call kar ke chutti le li. Baad me jab wo uthi aur dheere dheere kaam karne lagi humne breackfast karate samay mami boli fhir kal raat ko tu to bade form me tha par meri to jaan ja rahi hai Mai: aap ho hi aisi ki koi bhi form me aa jayeMami: saale teri chudai se abhi bhi meri. I looked across to the house opposite and noticed a light on through a small semi-frosted window. All of a sudden a person stepped into full view in the window. At first I wasn’t sure what I was seeing, then I realised it was a naked woman getting into the shower. I could see her washing her long dark hair. With her head back I could see she her pert, gorgeous boobs and imagined the hot water pouring over them. I started to get really horny and reached beneath my small, satin. My mind went places it probably shouldn’t have. I kept willing you to lean over and kiss me or to feel you ‘accidentally’ brush against my breasts as you reached out to hug me. We wandered into the mall, and downstairs to get our cookies. You teased me about my choice of cookies and I teased you about your indecision on whether your coke would be frozen or not. We found a table and started eating. I resisted the urge to reach out and touch your hand; we were only there as friends, yes there. Inside the box was more mail. Mrs Romano always had a lot of mail she commented.Returning to the unit and putting away the milk and other shopping, Helena made a nice cuppa. Sitting down on the lounge she opened the letter. The letter was written in a very neat copperplate hand style and easy to read.I am writing this letter to introduce myself, Rita. I came from a poor Italian family in Victoria. At the age of 17, I was promised to a man of 32. This was the norm in those days. At 18, we were.