"Yes can I help you Sir?" she smiled pleasantly."You know I almost didn't recognise you with you clothes on," I said, I know it's an old clichÈ... but it was all I could think of on the spur of the moment."W-what," she stuttered."Saw your pictures the other night on the web," I said, "and I must say you looked great." No, no, you must be mistaken," she said quickly, turning away."No," I said, "there's no mistake, and I must say you have nothing to be ashamed about." Please keep you voice. Immediately she knew Matt must’ve finally seen the selfies she’d sent earlier.DINGDINGHolding the phone out towards Grace, the man sheepishly grinned, “I didn’t mean to peek, but whoever it is seems really happy”Grace stood up and took her phone from the man’s hands. Matt loved the selfies, sending praise and compliments one after another in a string of half a dozen text messages. Grace smiled at her texts, glad that Matt enjoyed them so much. But she couldn’t wait to show him the new pictures. Mi yaach vichaarat zopi gelo.Sakaali 9 chya sumaaras gaavi pochlo.Aamcha juna ghar baghun aathvani bharoon aalya. Darwaaja thotaavla pan daar kuni ughdech naa.Khaali baghto tar darwaajala taala aahe.Mala khupach raag aala.Aai ani maavshi mala sodun kuthe nighun gele kaay maahit.Mi raagaanech baajuchya gharaapaashi gelo.Sundar cha ghar hota te.Sundar mhanje maaza jivaaschaa-kantaschaa mitra hota.Maazyapekshaa don varsha mothaa hota.Pan gaavalaa ase paryanta aamhi doghahi atishay jivalag mitra. They are hanging like mangoes and cleavage is as clear as it.She’s having a belly just like every other aunty has and introduce herself as Mary. I am still staring at her at those boobs and ass curves.Mary: hello Raj. How are youLatha told about youMe: hi mam, I am fine how about youMA: call me Mary, pleaseLa: Okey Mary we are just crossing by and thought we can meet you, shall we move rajMa: wait latha have some coffee and go, BTW what are you doing RajMe: I am a BCom student MaryMa: oh that’s.