” Asha, “Bas abhi aayi.”Uske geele kapdon mein uski machalti kamar aur jhoomte chootadon ko dekh kar 50 saal wala aadmi bola, ” Jo bhi ho ye R...jveer maal to bilkul jabardast laya hai. Iski gaand dekho, kaise hila rahi hai. Sali ki gaand dekhkar control hi nahi ho raha. Soch raha hoon apni gharwali ko divorce dekar issse shadi kar lun. Aur bas permanent honeymoon par chale jaun.”Ye sun 55 saal wala aadmi bola, “Haan Gupta, tu karle isse shadi, tu iski lete rehna. Par tu kya soch raha hai ki is. Mrs Mackey has not been fucked in two months and Mrs. Wilson husband just sticks it in her and blows his load. She has not had a proper fucking in years." That evening I went for a walk around the block, past Mrs. Mackey's house. She was out front and waved real big when she saw me. I walked over and we talked. I found out her husband was gone until the next day. Next thing I know we are inside her house and naked. Mrs. Mackey is cute a petite and I wasted little time burying my face in her. "Oh well. . ." Suddenly a cold chill came over my body. I involuntarily shivered a couple of times in response to the chill and what seemed like someone in the room staring at me from behind. I turned around quickly, but found nobody. I quickly made my way back to the bed and told Jenny that it didn't look like we'd be getting a storm or anymore lightning soon because it was calm as could be outside. We both shrugged it off as "just one of those things", pulled up the covers and found ourselves. I have an appointment and can’t cancel it, so can I go?” I asked when I realized that I couldn’t control my feelings anymore. “Okay! But don’t forget to do the assignment, this Thursday is the last day of submission,” He said giving me permission. “Yes! I will submit it tomorrow,” I replied and left the class. I took a taxi and went straight to my dad’s office. He owned this small company and his office was on 5 th floor. I went inside the office. Jenny, the secretary of my dad was sitting at.