“Yes or no,” she demanded. “Yes, of course,” I quickly agreed and by then the waitress was at our table, setting our drinks down. ...I bent over to check out her legs and she laughed as she looked at De. “You going to let him get away with that?” she asked, but she was still laughing. “Why not? You’ve got such a beautiful ass. I wish mine looked as good,” De sighed with a laugh. “Don’t be silly, stand up and let me see your butt,” said the waitress.. I had gone to receive her at the station. I welcomed her and so did she with her cute but killing smile and we shook our hand formally. Touching her extremely soft hand like a feather I melted like the butter on the hot pan. I somehow controlled my emotions and headed to my home along with her, showed her the room in which she got comfortable. After sometime she entered my room in her casual Punjabi chudidar. It was considerably tight and her boobs were looking like fully ripen Alphanso mangoes. It had that extra bed that can be pulled from underneath & thats where wed sleep. This routine would vary over time. One day our routine got weird&hellip,we were done with our bath & running into the room when we noticed Tony on the bed watching TV&hellip,we screamed, hid ourselves & tried running out the room. Pat blocked us & motioned us back in & said it was ok. We climbed onto the bed naked & played powder angels although not as enthusiastically as wed normally do. She tried cooing us to. ”“Wait!” Jack had yelled. “How did you know who this call was from?”“Because no one else has this telephone number, sir,” she replied, sounding as if he had asked the most foolish question in the world. The line had immediately gone dead.And now he was looking at Sam in the flesh. He had to admit that she was far more beautiful in person than she was in the picture, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out how she could be. When he shook his head to clear it, he realized Sam was looking.