"OK, I'm listening." he said."I wanted to have a baby" she said. She looked at him. "I wanted to have a Nelson baby."Chuck stared. He heard the words,...but he couldn't understand them. "What?" he said."When Mom died... and the baby... you crawled in a hole and stayed there. I wanted to give you a Nelson baby. I know it won't replace the one you lost... that WE lost... but I thought we could raise it... in memory... of them" she finished."A Nelson baby" Chuck repeated. Now he understood the. The big day came and I left Bangalore for Chennai and reached Chennai at 3 pm and both Pooja and Tarun were there to pick me up. I was stunned to see Pooja so glamorously dressed in a blue saree, with long matching ear rings, sleeveless blouse, heavy and pretty jewelry, her long slender nails painted pink, her diamond finger rings looking rich and classy and in a way sluttish, her and her toes painted slightly darker with anklets and toe rings adorning those pretty feet in 2’ heeled shoes. They. Now, inside,’ she said as her fingers pulled her lips apart, ‘see, there’s my inner labia. See how wet I am inside? Girls get that way when they’re sexually aroused. Have you felt a girl here before?’ I moved my head sideways and she picked up my hand and led it to her pussy. ‘Go ahead, you need to learn what a girl’s like,’ she said as I tentatively touched the crevice between her legs. ‘Go ahead, rub me some. Makes me feel good, I won’t mind, I like when guys rub my pussy.’ So I did just what. With Sheela squeezing my throbbing dick I cup your tiny pussy and rub your hard little clitoris. You legs are spread wide and I reach up under your little top to your small hard nipples. I give in and kiss your moist lips softly.Sheela whispers, 'Lets go into the lavatory'.We get out of our seats. You are so wobbly I have to help you walk. That is good. Anyone watching will think you are ill and we are helping you.Once inside with the door locked, Sheela undoes my pants and pulls them down for.