The conversation was…Bhabhi:- Tum yhan kya kr rhe aur, aur ghoorna bnd karo.Me: – Sorry bhabhi, aap khin dikh nhi rhin thi toh soch sonu ke pas ak... bth jaoon, (And thn went outside.)She closed the door for changing clothes.Bhabhi: – Ah aa jao andar.( was waring a night gown and hair wrere still wet)Me:- Nhi main bhr sofe p so jaoonga.Bhabhi:- Are pagal ho kya andr bd pe so jao aram se.Me:- thik hai.Went inside and lay on one sid of the bed, and she on other side, her son was in between.Aftr. "Nervously glancing at your slightly blushing mom, you hesitantly remove your jeans and the doctor inspects your 'problem' with interest."I've only ever read about a condition such as this one, sir," she finally says, looking at you seriously, letting you put back on your sticky pants. "In fact, it can progress into a very serious condition." What condition," questions your mother, worried. "What's going to happen to my boy?!" Well miss, one of the possible outcomes, if he is not treated, is. I'd answered her but she hadn't asked a question, which is what she'd called me on. But this time it was, in fact, a question. "No Ma'am," I said.I saw her smile. She knew exactly what I was going through. "So," she said, "did the fucking slut miss me?" Yes Ma'am," I said, quickly."Knees," she said and I immediately dropped to mine. She continued to stand, looking down at me. "Play with your tits," she said. I raised my hands and obediently fingered them. "I want you fucking hot and bothered."I. Thinking of the possibilities, I dollied down my trailer and prepared to bob tail into the city and try to find a club with some action. I’ll cut to the chase here and tell you I found an attractive woman sitting by herself, nursing a drink. One thing led to another – dancing, drinking and she finally got around to asking me what I did for a living. When I told her I was a trucker, she became intrigued. When I mentioned my truck was in the parking lot, she immediately wanted to see it.I.