"I figured that it would not be fair to Becky if we are going together and she had to follow rules that I am not following," Jamie answered.I gave her...another studied look, and asked, "So you are on a date with us?"Jamie looked down and didn't answer. Perhaps she was embarrassed. So I asked, "Are you willing to follow the same rules as Becky?"Jamie nodded her head. I looked over at Becky, and she looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary. Or maybe like the canary that was planning on. Once we left, she did home chores.We live in Mumbai, a very expensive city. Hence despite a steady job, all we could afford was a very small one-bedroom flat. There was no separate drawing room. You could say our kitchen comprised our dining room as well. My wife was a trained tailor, so she used to do some odd tailoring jobs during the day.Our life was very simple and very predictable. Even our sex life with such a small space and kids around all the time had dried. Ours was an arranged. He was still on the bed, the camera on the bed beside him and in his hand was his big beautiful cock, rock hard. It was such a turn on and desire for this man and his gorgeous body rolled through me. "Look what you do to me!" He said. "Do you like it?" Yes." I whispered."Do you want it?" Yes" Do you want to make love to me with your mouth?" Yes." Tell me!" I love your cock; I want to love it with my mouth. I want to serve you with my mouth." Good girl. Come here and show me! Take your time,. “That day was coming,” I assured her. “If we’d been driving a bigger vehicle, I might have gotten my chance.”“You might,” she agreed and looked around. “You know this is goodbye for us, right?” she asked.“The Hell, it is,” I shook my head. “There’s times that I’ll want to talk to my guardian angel. When I get married, when I have kids, when we buy our first house.”She smiled. “No, you’ll be fine. You’ve needed me until now, but I think I have something else that I need to do.”“Oh?” I asked..