For those interested in a sexually oriented story, please visit some of the earlier chapters, as there is no sex in this final offering. All this chap...er is, is the end. * That winter was a particularly nasty one as they go in these parts, and that’s saying something. Snow seemed to fall nearly everyday, and the temperatures were bitterly cold. The only bright spots were my times with Becky. When I was with her I was oblivious to the elements, and just about everything else. Valentine’s Day. He was a horn dog since the age of 18 and now he is 45 . Comes from a middle class family and takes tuition for kids for class 4-10 standards by going to there home . His name is Prasad Sir. Of course he was intelligent and he was of course a man of full of confidence was married with two kids and a wife simple family It was like 4 years before when he used to take tuition of my sister as she was in class 10 , her exams were near so we hired him , my mom and dad both worked and used to come in. As he ran his hand along his feminine figure, he knew his change wasn?t just like the dreams he had been happening the past few weeks. ?It?s 5:30am.? George said as he shut off his alarm clock. ?Why am I getting up at this time???That?s simple, George.? His mom said as she came in dressed in a green ankle length sleevelessdress and black open toe shoes with a two inch heel. ?Women take longer to get ready for schoolthan men.? ?Mom, did you do this to me?? George asked as he walked across the. Anirban initially hesitated to go with Kishku that he had never gone to a brothel earlier.But then, persuaded by Kishku and actually out of a curiosity, Anirban finally went to that (private) brothel with his boyhood friend Amit Kishku. And Kishku took Anirban to a room on the 3rd floor, and introduced him to Nandini — a girl in her mid-twenties, dusky, quite pretty to look at, and endowed with a voluptuous body. She was in casuals. It was a sweaty summer day, and she served us chilled beers in.