Her eyes closed tightly now, as his tongue lapped at that wet and secret world so long denied him. It was a moment the three of us would long savour. ...ong, long moments past, her breathing deepened and shortened, I knew she was oh so close, her back arched, her fingers clenched, and she groaned, a long ecstatic groan of joy, of release and shear lust. Without penetration, or sophistication, or expertise, this young and virginal lad had brought my wife to a climax of huge proportions. Grinning. Maine sharma ke kaha aunty ji rehne dijiye main bahut shy type hun. Aur kisi se khul ke baat bhi nahi kar sakta. Isper woh boli ha dekh sakta hai per baat nahi kar sakta. Aaj restaurent mein kafi kaam tha unhe khana lene ke liye kafi baar kitchen mein aana par raha tha, toh kai baar mera haath unki gaand ko touch hua kai baar unke boobs meri back ko touch kar rahe the. Shaam ko main kafi thak gaya toh unhone mujhe whisky ka ik peg bana ke diya becouse ki main thakan na mehsoos karoon aur teji. “Err hi, I am Paul, who are you!” I asked inquisitively. “Oh I am Julie, the cleaner, I always do you on a Monday” she said without thinking till it dawned what she had said. “I laughed trying to lighten the air a little, sorry my dear, first day of retirement, not used to it After a couple of awkward moments, I asked her If she wanted a coffee to recover from the shock of seeing an old man in all his glory. “Oh I am not in shock” she said with a grin, “quite the opposite, your bigger than my. He wondered why someone was out in front of his house. It was a woman. She was just parked there, doing nothing, or so that was what he thought. He thought he saw her say something. No, it looked as if she was yelling at someone. He did not know why but she was screaming. And wait. It looked as though the woman was, well her body was jerking around, or something like that. “Is her head laying back against the seat?” he said. “What is that woman doing?” He put on his coat and shoes. He went.