This is real. This is not a dream.The one thing that stood out the most to me as I stared at this strange girl was the one thing which stunned and sho...ked me most of all. Her appearance. The way she looked.She hadn't changed at all.She looked exactly the same as I had remembered her in my dream. And she was just standing there. Right in front of me. Smiling as though she knew and understood everything that was going on between us.I tried to speak. Say something. Say anything."Muh," I gasped,. It took no more than a few minutes of waiting and watching before we saw her through the kitchen window, heading our way.“Blimey, she’s keen,” I said.We dashed up the stairs and concealed ourselves in the walk-in closet, as we had two weeks ago. It took next to no time for Cal to appear in the door to the bedroom. She was wearing the same black dress as before. She looked nervous, but also determined. She took a quick peak out of the bedroom window, then looked uncertainly at the door, as if. She was very grateful when Bill offered to pick her up at the station.With it being their last evening alone Bill took Theresa out for dinner at a quiet little restaurant which served the most delicious food. The proprietor was an old friend and they were more than well looked after. They took a nightcap into the drawing room when they got home and sat in each other's arms, their conversation interspersed with gentle kisses. It was a tender rather than a passionate evening. They went to bed. Pallu bhi thoda sarak hua tha isliye muh sidha ubharon ke upar hi tha mera. Maine towel se khud ke aansu poochne ka natak kiya. Aur Bimla ke ubharon ko bhi towel se saaf kiya. Aur khud hi bola sorry bhabhi. Woh chownk ke poochi sorry kyun bola?Maine bholepan air masumiyat se bola ki tumhare upar paani fenka aur breast ko bhi muh se touch kiya. Hans ke boli – Dhatt pagle. Tera muh toh maine hi god mein liya tha aur chu gaya toh kya hua. Patni bhi toh hun. Aur ismein darne ki koi baat nahi.Maine.