Dutta, not Ms. sivani. She was a married woman.I once wrote a poem and showed it to her.She really liked it a lot and said that I should show her some...more of my poems. She even invited me to her place to spend some time reading my poems, because she liked it so much. I said Ok. But for a long time after that, nothing much happened. Once, when my parents had gone out of town for about a week or so, I had gone to this departmental store to buy some supplies etc. I was roaming around the place. " She said. At six-two and 175 he stood three inches taller than her five-eleven.He smiled and reached out and ran a finger down her cheek, across her shoulder and then down over her sweat stained breast. "I had the impression that maybe you wanted me to come here instead."He was right, of course, but she wasn't going to admit it ... not just yet. She ignored his finger. "What made you think that?"He put his finger just inside her partially opened blouse, in between the V of her breasts and she. I was not interrupting anything was I?” He gives me a killer smile. I wanted to melt at his feet. “No, not really, was just about to jump in the shower.” Trying not to look at those shorts, they were so small. “What can I help you with? ““Could I use your washer mine is broke and repairmen not coming for two days. I washed the boys’ clothes no mine. I have nothing to wear to work.” He looks down at his clothes. “I can’t wear this to class. Would love to but no one will take my serious in my. He took one last look in the drawer before giving up his quest. He wanted to be responsible, he really did, but Elaina was a siren, and her body was singing to him. He finally gave up and slammed the drawer shut. When he turned to her, she patted the bed beside her, crooking a finger at him. He joined her there on the bed and began sucking at her neck, running his hands anywhere he could reach. He even brushed his fingertips over the soft hair guarding her portal. She allowed that for a short.