All the time his hands were busy on her breasts. Both her breasts were being mauled and squeezed as if he was kneading dough or squeezing out the juic... from an orange. It was getting exciting.Rekha suddenly remembered the time. It was very late and her husband would be on the way."You have to leave immediately Chintu," she seemed genuinely sorry for him. "It is time for them to leave now. I don't want your Bhaiya to come a bit early and catch us with his hand inside your tee shirt and you bra. Well i couldn’t blame her, we were already a bit older and specially i was a bit out of shape, so i didn’t wonder when she looked at him, he must have been around 40, with a well build body, little belly but also lots of mussels and body hair, so she seemed to like what she saw, and since it didn’t look like it would stop raining at all, she grabbed a bottle of wine out of the fridge and three glasses.While pouring wine into the glasses she kept an eye on or guest while he was rubbing his chest. Itna mara ke mere haath dukhne lage aur unke gallon par mere thapadon ki wajah se neel pad gaye. Jab class ne pucha ke ma’am aap inhe kyon mar rahi hain to maine kaha, “Inhen Bus mein safar karna sikha rahi hoon.” Aur woh charro sir jhuka kar khade ho gaye.Kuch din tak sab theek raha, lekin ek din phir wo ladkiyan mere pass aayi aur rone lagin. Maine unse pucha, “Ab kya hua, Ab tum kis baat par ro rahi ho? Kya woh tumhe abhi bhi tang karte hain.” Is par woh mujhe bolin, “ Ma’am apne jab unki. I never felt like this around the women I knew at the university, not even the married ones. Calm down Jeffery, just calm down. Everything is going to work out fine. Or so I told myself.After a few deep breaths I managed to again calm myself. I put on a clean pair of black jeans and a red university polo shirt, nothing else except a new pair of Nikes. A few more deep breaths and I strolled across the street. Softly knocking on the door produced nothing; I knocked again, nothing. Finally I held.