She guided me to her address lane by lane. I reached her place at 12 pm. She asked me to cum into her house from the back door. As soon as she came in...front of me, I hugged her tightly and kissed her neck and kissed her lips when I put hand into her hair, I could realize that she just had her bath. Then she took me into her bedroom. As soon as we entered her bedroom, I was not able to control my sex urge and was pushing her to the wall kissing her neck, lips, Shoulders, and all her body. I. I smiled and entered my room. Then again, I went out to buy veggies. It’s almost 11:30 am, and it’s hot outside. I quickly picked the veggies and was returned home.I spotted Aryan and that lady in the parking lot. But surprisingly, that lady was in a dress and exposed her long mangalsutra on over a dress. I thought that why she changed saree? Did she come in saree to seduce her? Can I go inside his flat and try the saree?My mind was flooded with these questions, but I don’t know what happened. Who isn’t? But honestly, a lot of times when I’m moving the pencil what comes out isn’t greatness or even novelness. We’re taught to honor the process: a writer writes; don’t block the flow even if it’s just going down the drain. So between gouts of epic prose I’ll often fill the page with lesser stuff. Like a boxer in the gym, a batter taking strokes, just keeping the machine lubed. Erm, oiled.“Well, not just that but yeah, sometimes when I’m not feeling inspired I’ll dash off something .... ? Goddess grabbed her purse, keys and headed out the door locking it behind her. I took hold of the scouring pad, fetched a pale, filled it with soapy, luke-warm water and went to work. I started at the far corner. As I was scrubbing I focused all of my attention on the floor and eventually my erection faded, as did the accommodating discomfort. The day raced by. I did not realize how quickly the time past until I heard the door open and Goddess reemerge from her trip. I had managed to complete.