Me: Oh my God, don’t worry cutie. I will helpP: ha ha, I am old enough to be your auntyMe: 20 isn’t auntyP: I am 33Me: no way you are a MILFP: (pl...yfully slaps my shoulder) CHIII, I know what that word means and anyway I have no kidsMe: haha, but it’s true, then are you moving in by yourselfP: no, my husband has been transferred here but he had last minute work, so sent me by myselfMe: what kind of idiot, lets his beautiful wife do all of this by herself I have to have a word with him when he. I also believe being sexually satisfied by you was taking away my ambition or drive to find Miss Right.” “Well you know if you’re every sexually frustrated and want to get laid, need a shoulder to lean on or just need a hug, I’ll be there for you but more than anything else, I want you to be happy so I hope you find her, and I hope she’s everything you hope for and more. I love you, Rob.” “Yeah, I love you too, Pam,” I said before hanging up. The days until the first session passed quickly. Pam. I shuffled them around. They were getting red. Then I kissed her navel and reached her legs. I raised her saree up to her waist and ripped off her black panties. Her pussy was shaved. It was a bit dark with her clit exposed. Suddenly I heard a knock.Someone was at the door. I saw the panic in her face. I suddenly whispered her to calm down and put on her clothes. She nodded and within a few minutes put on her clothes. I immediately went under the table. I heard her unlocking the door.“Ah.. ”“She won’t remember it. Now, did she also think you’re hot?”“Yup. She’s bisexual,” Fancy said.“Oh. I get what you’re asking me now. The old ‘I kissed a girl. I liked it.’ conversation with straight girls. Here’s how you go about it: You said she had a crush on you. She thinks you’re hot. Enjoy the ride. Or you could do the ‘About last night’ shit… nobody likes that.”“True, girl. You right. You right,” Fancy said. Shortly afterwards, she heard a knock on the door. She peered in. It was.