It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Did it matter if she had tricked him? If none of this was real to this man? Right now, she needed to p...etend, needed to believe for this single moment in time that a man like this really could feel that way about her. She lifted her hips off the couch, moved closer to him. Her short nails dug deep into the warm skin on his sides as she impaled herself on him. She bite her lower lip until it bled, but even that could not stop the low groan of pain. "Where am I?" thought Stephanie.."You're in London love" replied a voice.She couldn't find where the voice was coming from. She walked along trying to find him. "Are you looking for me?" said a punkish looking man."Yes I am, how about we go for a nice fuck?'' replied Stephanie."Yeh, I would sexy!!" agreed the sexy punk manSo off they went, into a secluded area, Stephanie stripping down into nothing and teasing the sexy punk man. She could tell he was getting aroused as she could see his hardon. Hugging him close, Darnell cleared his throat and smiled at him ‘I Love you too, my son’. Looking at Heather, Darnell watched her, the spitting image of her mother. As he was about to smile, she spoke: ‘Do you want a cookie, Mr Bronson? It might cheer you up’ Reaching into her little lace pocket, Heather withdrew a rumpled tissue. She walked hesitantly to him, dabbed at his tear, and stood still. Darnell’s eyes welled up with tears, as he gently opened his arm for Heather to come to him,. I felt like I have achieved the all-impossible task of touching my Bhabhi sexually that day.In the coming days, this continued regularly. I would wait for days wear sarees. Because I would get the chance to touch her bare waist and back. The elder kid would be in school and the younger one would be sleeping or too young to understand what’s happening. My parents would never climb up to the third floor from the ground floor. My brother would return only in the evening. My college would get over.