" Yeah, I have to admit I was a little jealous at the beginning, but then I realized it was the best thing that has happened to either of us in a long...time. The side benefit is that it gives you and I a reason to be together that won't raise any eyebrows anywhere."I looked at her and smiled. As usual, she was absolutely right."Oh Jas, I wish to god we could go back and change things, but I know it's not possible."As she was saying that, she wrapped her arms around my neck and began to hold me. At that time, me and my mom were living in Kolkotta so dad used to visit us once or a week every month due to congestion in work. Let me intro you to my mom, her name is Harita, 50yrs old having a hot figure of 40D -36-44.She has a long hair which goes along the back of her body.Her breast and ass are really big but the bigger one is her fat ass which bounces up and down when she walks.Coming back to the story, as usual dad works under the management of Mr.Darshan. Mr.Darshan is a manger at an. Then came the day of the storm. Gina had taken the chance to bolt for her car only to find the locks wouldn't open and she couldn't get in. She had danced about in the pouring rain in complete frustration, compounded by the fact the locks had been acting up for a week and she had forgotten to tell Tom about the problem. She fumbled for her cell phone for an instant before realizing how stupid she was standing in the downpour and rushed back to the store. The overhang gave her a little. It’s just sex, Nike. And he said them so many times she’d even started to believe them.Nike picked up her shot glass and swallowed the vodka in a single burning gulp. She considered going up to the room and wondered if she’d be able to hear them fucking from outside the door. Maybe. It seemed like an outrageous thing to do but she felt perversely tempted. What would it achieve? To see if he made more noise with other women? To hear what they were doing? To find out what he wanted? What more.