15min baad call aaya aap kya kapde pehne ho mein bola blue jeans black jacet aur cap mein hoon aur aap ne bola tha stairs kepass raho main wahin hoon ...oh do min mein aagyee aur seedhe merepas aayee boli aap Alok ji mein Bola Aap Rashmi woh haan boli aur kha aoo. Woh takreeban 38saal ki lady thei aur average look lekin moti nahin kahi jasakti good figure tha. Civillinces side mein car nikala aur fir kereli mohalle mein chaleegayeen mein bola aap ghum ker ayeen boli tum jagah jante ho mein bola. Hell the government damn sure thought I was nothing. It was starting to grow dark when I noticed that the temperature had drastically dropped. Suffice it to say I was damn near freezing! Where in the hell was she heading now I thought. Finally outside of what looked like an airline hanger Sheila stopped. Turning, I once again heard a soft whir as she turned back the way we'd come. "It appears we have sufficient distance Doctor Gance." Setting me down, Sheila turned toward the hanger door.. I want to be yours, make this bhabi your wife.I was really aroused to hear all this from her and I asked her to get rid of the clothes. I opened my t-shirt and she opened her salwar kurta, she was now just in bra and panty and I was in jeans. I kissed her tits over the bra and pressed them like a dough. I was enjoying playing with her boobs so much and she seemed to enjoy even more.Then I removed her bra and I couldn’t believe my eyes, the tits were the best tits I have ever seen, even better. If he could just get her to talk? They could talk about real things like what they each liked, what they had in common, what they wanted, where they saw themselves in ten years. She only knew the one dimensional kidnapping scary rapist. He didn’t buy the rapist thing. Well maybe a little. If he couldn’t get her to talk to him how could he show her he wasn’t all things she imagined? Unless he could talk to her, get her to listen, even a little, he was totally fucked. Women in America were such.