Aajao…Tumhre uncle ki goad he na..Gharwalo ko unke intention kaha pata the..Ma ne kaha chal jaldi baith ja late horahe he…Maine mauke ka pura fayd... uthaya…Wo window seat par peeche baithe the..Me unke goad me baith gayi mera muh window ki taraf tha aur peeth under k taraf….Me jaise hi baithi uncle ne apni tange adjust ki jise me seedhe unke lund oar baithi thi….Ab unka lund mujhe neeche.Se poke karne laga tha…Humne raste me aane wale khado ka bharpur istmal kiya….Me apni gaand unke lund par. You and me will sleep there.”She motioned for him to come outside with her. She knew she had to exert some control over this situation from the git-go. “I’ll share that bed with you but I ain’t taking no clothes off until we are hitched. I told you in the letter I’m a widow, but I ain’t no whore.” She thought to herself, “At least no more.”So that’s how it was until two of the boys could fetch the preacher from the town that was a hard day’s ride away. They brung him back and he had dinner and. Well, I guess I was awake. I’d fallen asleep in the recliner at the studio after I’d finished painting. That had been about eleven this morning. It had taken six hours to paint.“What time is it?” I croaked.“Nearly one,” Kate said. “We got worried that you hadn’t come home yet or called. But none of us got out of bed—well, except to change beds—before noon, so we just grabbed coffee and came over to the studio when Bree, Allie, and Whitney left.”“I had to paint.”“You sure did. This is so. Raining was heavier. I got call from my roomy saying he won’t come back today. It became 9PM. Rima’s home was about 8 km from my PG. I couldn’t dare to ask her to stay here and go back in the morning. I was praying God not to stop rain and was planning to fuck her tonight if she agrees to stay. It became 9:30PM. There was no chance of rain to stop. Finally she told me that “Sonu, if you don’t mind, can I stay here for tonight”. This statement made me speechless and started saying.