I’ll be there two week from Friday, and be in town through the next Sunday. I’m sure we can get together for dinner, drinks, and anything else yo... might have time for. – FrankI had to keep things vanilla from my corporate email and Laurie knew that, rather than reply to the email she texted back:I will make time my little cumslut.I was extremely distracted the next two weeks, Laurie and I had months of fantasies that had gone back and forth that were now swirling in my mind. Most days it was. I felt myself sway and tried to correct it myself. I ended up almost falling in the mud at my feet. Instead I was hoisted up onto some very tall man’s arms. I looked up, disgruntled at Cien. ‘Your lucky I don’t attack men on a regular basis.’ He laughed a deep laugh. It made him seem younger than he was. ‘How old are you?’ He looked slightly startled by my question, but was quick to answer. ‘A score and one.’ A score… that was thirty… wasn’t it? Yes, thirty one. ‘How old are you, Lady?’ I. But I was also sad since that the next day I had to return to our house at Burdwan.That year (1996) I and my brother along with my mother had come to spend the Durga Puja holidays at our Didima’s (Granny – mother’s mother) house at Asansol. We had arrived on Panchami (5th day of Navaratri festival) and my youngest ‘Mama’ (maternal uncle, about whom you must have read in Part-I) had come to the station to receive us in their family car. Although by relation he was my Mama, he was only 25 and was. "Sean asserts, "Do I need to send these lovely ladies along?"Jeff quickly quips, "Come in girls. I'll be right back." Swiftly, he swoops upstairs, shaking his booty. "Like wow! I didn't know I was this popular!" He finds a tank top and short shorts and slaps on some of Sean's aftershave. He struts back downstairs, smiling, "I'm back, girls." While crowded on the sofa, the five girls watching his every step. Elisha alluringly suggests, "Come sit with us, big boy." Each girl moves to make room.