Yeah! She was crying. I held her face up with her chin, her eyes were wet and red. She looked more beautiful.I had to be truthful to her. Come damn it...do it-I said to myself.I bent on my knees and said, “Miss Aliya Shekhawat, I, Aman Malhotra, is deeply in love with you. Would you like to share a part of your love with me? Do you love me?”She was shocked, although she had expected it but my intensity and style mesmerized her.“Yes you idiot! Why it took you so long to do this? I had even thought. Either we fucked her, or she would tell people. "I wish I'd never called you here" she said, sobbing on the bed. "This is my fault, I had to tell her. I didn't think it'd turn out like this." I sat down beside her, hugging her. You could tell she felt safe in my arms. "Well, what about if we told her its over, and we take this to other places?" "What about if we just end it now?" she said regretfully. "Is that what you really want?" I said. "I think it's for the best. Maybe you should go now.". An hour later I walked into the living room where he was waiting, watching one of my vids on the big screen. My makeup was applied, my hair was perfect, and perfume was applied to special areas as well as lightly everywhere. I struck a pose and asked him what he thought, standing in front of him naked in heels. He took one look at me and told me I was the sexiest grandma he’d ever seen, with a twinkle in his eye. When I asked him how I should dress for what he had planned, he told me that I was. " Is that why you're still with your dad? Because she knows you're closer to him than her?"He shrugged. "Maybe." Do you know what happened with your mom?"He shrugged again. "No. I mean, all I know is she one day said she was leaving, and that she had a boyfriend she had been seeing for about a year ... I was only there every day and only saw everything, so naturally I had no idea anything was wrong."She looked at him. "Did you blame yourself too?"He thought. "Yeah. I thought I was ... I don't.