. and you can stay in my' another giggle 'spare room' Megan made the two fingered quotation mark gesture 'I said shush... rather than you walking home...in this weather?' I still wasn't picking up on the signals I'm afraid, I just said 'If that's okay.''Great, c'mon, we've got your stuff' Megan said as I was hurried out of the pub and into the cold night.We walked the short walk to Alana's house in a line, one of my arms around each girl. We laughed and joked some more before we crashed into. Sinha who was a widow. I observed the area. This house was at the extreme end. The adjacent two row houses were vacant and locked. Those belonged to some of the NRI families who had invested in the entire township project. Thus this house was quite secluded and private yet close to all modern amenities. I liked the house the moment I saw it & was praying god that it will be in my budget.I rang the bell and a middle aged lady opened the door. She was Mrs. Sinha. She must be around forty years. Skin tight, both hiding all and hinting at much more, it was designed to be removed piece by piece. Under her dress, she would wear six different items. She purchased matching shoes, higher heels than would be comfortable, but she would not be wearing them for very long.She rented a small nightclub with an elevated stage and effective lighting for their anniversary night. She arranged a caterer. She hired a young lady named Vicki to assist her. When she told her brother she wanted him to help. Emma disappeared into the bathroom and came out twenty minutes later looking hotter than I had ever seen her. I let out a long, slow whistle of appreciation. She had put her hair up in a sexy kind of wrap that showed most of her graceful neck. Her dress was a little strapless green number that barely covered her breasts and only went down to mid-thigh. It was kind of tight too, it left nothing of her curves to the imagination. The whole thing was completed with a very sexy pair of black heels..