However, it was around 4 o’clock (afternoon). And incidentally, we were the only two customers at his shop at that time. The senior tailor instructe... my wife to enter the shop’s anteroom /trial room.She entered it, followed by Kashim’s young Junior Sultan and me. Kashim asked me to stay out as he would measure up her body, all alone. I obeyed him. He closed the door but not fully, it was left ajar, and I could easily see inside through its gap. Contextually, Sudeshna, my wife, was in. “No one touches my neighbor like that,” he says between clenched teeth. Where the hell did that come from? Oh boy, this must be the alcohol talking. The older man, Jim, who put his hand on my leg stays sitting with a confused and stunned look; it appears that he doesn't know what to say or even how to react. Sensing an impending confrontation, I try to defuse the situation. “Okay now, gentlemen, everyone has had a long night. Why don’t I take Dean home? Like he said he lives in the suite right. ”Mom was squeezing my hands which were, in turn, squeezing her tits. The guys seemed to be paying close attention to my mother and me.“What about Mrs. Fairchild from down the street,” she asked.Jimmy answered before anyone else could. “She’s too ugly.” No son spoke up for the neighbour lady. Mom had no other suggestions to offer. Releasing my grip on Mom’s tits, I suggested we go in and ask all the mothers.In the kitchen, I suggested we all go downstairs to discuss the matter. When they knew I. “Look, here is where you won the bear,” Cindy said.I stopped at the booth and went around and unlocked the water pistols. “I think it will work,” I said. I squeezed the trigger and water shot out.“I have an idea,” Cindy said. She climbed over the counter and sat on top of the clown.“Aim for me instead of the clown,” she said.I aimed the pistol as a stream of water soaked her T-shirt. Her nipples were clearly visible behind the wet shirt. She giggled loudly.“No, silly. Lower!” she said as she.