Days where really boring until one day my Angel arrived to my batch.Initially we had to introduced our self to the class guess that’s a common thing...that happens in every organization. I had my eyes fixed on her from the way she walked to the way her hand moves her curves wow just made me get an hard on kinda like the dusky babes they get you real horny boys do tell me if I’m wrong.So a week went by and I was eye balling her from all sorts of ways. During lunch during discussion during meetings. ." Our late night fuck-fest was unexpected and absolutely fantastic, but I wondered if she would tell Ray that she had wantonly fucked the guy her husband hired to help remodel his Wisconsin cabin. Perhaps tomorrow would be my last day on the job. In any event, I consoled myself with the idea that you can't change history. What's done is done. I had no regrets. Turns out my fears were unfounded. The next morning Sandy and Ray acted as if all was right with the world as we chatted over breakfast. Around Halloween was when both the practical jokes and the teasing were at their worst. But this Halloween it was time to get my own back.After jumping out of the wheelie bin and scaring my sister half to death her practical jokes stopped. The teasing however was a different matter. We had gotten closer to each other and things had taken a dramatic change to the way she and I behaved around and with each other. Mon however was a different story, she walked in on Megan and me when coming home. . . From the beginning, I never wore a bra at night for obvious reasons! ( which my female friends understand better ) and therefore in the morning I used to be in just my nighty and nothing inside when the first person , our milkman Shaamlal , used to wake me up . Weekdays were different as my daughter used to open the door earlier as she had morning school but on Saturdays and Sundays I used to get up to take milk as she slept till late.Now what happened was that we had an iron grill which.