Now here she was teasing the fuck out of me…literally.I looked at her and stood close in front of her as I took her glass of Nimbu-pani and sipped i....She smiled at me and said “Mukhtar, I have always liked you. You are like a brother to me”Ooops? Had I heard her right?“Like a brother?” My hardening Lund started reversing action.She giggled “Like, but NOT my brother yaar” Her eyes looked at my groin, the tenting in my shalwar front now at a 90 degree angle.“Glad to see you don’t think I am your. His father ditched me once he'd found out I was pregnant, but that was a blessing in disguise. Having a devoted - and very handsome, not to mention well-hung! - son to share my bed with is infinitely more delicious than having a husband who, from what I remember about the two-faced prick, would probably be on his fourth extra-marital affair by now.I'm small, petite, blonde and at this moment in time I'm naked. Jake is due home from school soon. I took the day off work simply to relax...plus to. We all were.With nothing but my negative thoughts to entertain me, and the griminessof the day clinging to me, a shower was unavoidable. It was finally timeto face the horror show that was my body.I had seen enough naked women both professionally, and recreationally,and occasionally combining the two, to have a good idea about the normaldistribution of things, so to speak.I had a fair inkling of what to expect. Even if it was still less than aday I felt fully conscious of all the apparent. She rationalized this by acknowledging the looks as what they were. Looks. She recalled checking out men occasionally as a man. Constant paranoia of mere observation would do nothing for her except make her paranoid. She had other things to worry about.Finishing up the final preparations, James left the bathroom, and proceeded to her room. Mallory was not in there, but since they were going to be meeting in the lobby later, she hadn't expected it. She also hadn't expected the small envelope.