Jata hu to main unke sath raheta hun ghar pahochne ke ek din bad main hall me baith kr apne laptop me mail’s check kar raha tha ke achank ek pyari s... aawaz aai aunty kaha ho aap, main andar aajau? aur meri mummy ne andar aane ke liye kahe main darwaze ke taraf dekh he raha tha ke etni pyari aawz kiski ho sakti hain aur jab wo aandar aai to kya kahu main to dekhta he rahe gaya.Ekdam gori chitti, well figured, nayi nayi shadi hui hui, kya batau uske boobs to masshhaa alla bilkul 34/28/36 ka. But the day I was to be released, a letter came from my mother. My father’s sister died and left her farm to him, but he isn’t well enough to travel there. So I was given compassionate leave to make sure all the affairs are in order. I think it’ll be six weeks before I’ve got to report back.’ Suddenly intrigued, I turned toward him, slightly confounded by his openness. In my experience, it often took soldiers days or weeks to become trusting enough to share personal stories. This young man was. Then we sat down to drink some more wine for an hour while the mixture continued to boil. After that Trish would strain the mixture through a coffee filter, let it cool, and then stir in the yeast. Finally it would stand in a dark place for three more weeks.While we waited for the huge pot to boil for an hour Trish took me into the living room. She put on some soothing music and filled our wineglasses. She pointed to a chair and said it was her husband’s favorite chair. I sat down and watched. Unable to get a handful of her ass, I just pinched it and said, “Mine” as my desperate wait for the night began.Time had slowed down as if I was stoned all day. Every minute seemed like an hour. I couldn’t concentrate at work, I was not able to drive, I couldn’t remember to eat and moreover, I couldn’t wait to get home and bed my maid. This feeling was a bit different.I had been with Anisha many times but I didn’t get such butterflies in my stomach when we fucked for the first time, probably.