As soon as I opened the door she was standing there in her house coat. She then asked me why I was always going to the bathroom when she was going to ...ed. I stammered that I didn't know, just a coincidence i guess. Over the next week it seemed that she was announcing when she was going to bed I resisted going up stairs after her because I knew I was just going to get caught peeking. 2 weeks later my cousin and I were watching the Saturday night hockey game on TV when she came down stairs in. It was the first time he was bringing a woman home and for some strange reason he felt like he shouldn’t have his room messy.Once done, he went and had a shower, and then put on his good jeans and a nice shirt. He felt a little embarrassed at the effort he was going to, but it seemed like a good idea nonetheless. After that he ran out things to do and aimlessly sat around in his room before getting frustrated. It was late afternoon by now and he realised a bit too late that he hadn’t actually. I clearly remember that day. It was Thursday and all the family members were gone out except for my husband’s youngest sister, Sabera who was home. There were our two servants home too, Mannu and Rehana. They were also taking nap somewhere in the house. I checked on Sabera and found her in the room, sleeping. I went to the kitchen and selected a big cucumber for today’s fucking and went to my room. I was very hot for some big fat thing in my choot and readily undressed for the fun. There is a. Angilee did not know the other two, nor did she know the four other men who stood around the room, obviously confidants and bodyguards for the pimp, tacky in a gray sharkskin suit, pink shirt and neon purple tie."Then show me the merchandise!" he grinned, his gold tooth glittering in the naked light of a single overhead bulb."Here? Now?" she asked incredulously"Here! Now!" he shot back with authority. It was obvious he was not accustomed to being questioned by his "hos".Angilee started to take.