Muje to nind he nai aarhe the dosto bar bar aunty ka khayal aarha tha kareb raat ke 2baje tak me jaga hua tha aur fir pata he nai chala kab nind aagai...sube jab 6 baje alarm baja tab mere nind khul aur deka to aunty tiffin pack kar rhe the mere hoildays chalu the iisle me firse jake sogaya aapne bed pe aur aunty ko bola me sone jarha hu muje utana mat me eese bola aur aunty hass ne lagle. Muje samaj nai aaya aunty kyu hassi. Aur me sone chala gai . Thodi der baad jab mere nind khule tab mene. At times we did make lingering eye contact several times at a distance and a big smile always appeared when she saw me.Bree was five feet eight, stunning dark cinnamon redhead, bright sparkling emerald green eyes, dark skin complexion, very firm high set full large breasts that had a very pronounced European up-tilt to them as befitting her Irish-Nordic ancestry, small nipples and small areolas. When I first introduced to Bree, I thought (and so did many people) that her breasts were surgically. "I thought you weren't coming to lunch?" John asked Trisha as she approached the table that he and Mark were sitting at."How did it go?" Mark asked, a little anxious. "Was she in?"Turning to John, Trisha said, "I didn't think my phone call would be as short as it was." Then she turned to Mark. "And, yes, she was in and, after I gave her the 'Readers' Digest' version of the events, she suggested I make an appointment for after the holidays, so I did." As she sat down, Mark poured a hot liquid. “Yes, I’ve been building a swimming pool,” I said, fighting off the urge to start boring them, like a lonely old fart, with all the details of the build, “in a pool room, you know. Just finished as a matter of fact.” “Oh wow how amazing!” said Laetitia, “I bet it’s fantastic.” As hints go, I supposed there had been worse. Certainly many with less appeal. “You must come over sometime,” I said, trying not to sound too keen, “and have a look; bring your things if you like.” I took in all of.