We reached home in 30 minutes. Anil opened the locked door. Isha must be sleeping, I thought. I was eager to see my best friend, Isha. Even though we ...alked daily over the phone, it was almost 9 months since we last met.“Is she still sleeping? Can you wake up the lazy girl?” I asked her husband.Anil looked at me, surprised. “Don’t you know? She went to her mother’s house. She will come today afternoon.”I was shocked. How could Isha do this to me? How could she leave me alone to stay with her. I was reminded last week that at the end of last season I said toNicholas that the day that his team reversed Saint Totteringham's day Iwould wear a Spurs shirt and go to White Hart Lane with him. I was thatconfident it would never happen.Nicholas was equally confident it would. And the manner in which we wonlast season should have made me more cautious. But it hadn't.To wind me up Nicholas had bought me a Spurs shirt and stuck a photo ofmy head and neck through the neck of the shirt. He. Before she realised what had happened, she found herself sprawled across his chest, her knees on either side of his hips, as he laid back unceremoniously in the middle of the tent.They kissed for an eternity, lips sliding deliciously against each other, their breath intermingling. He was a good kisser, not too aggressive, but nicely assertive, his tongue teasing hers, his breath quick and shallow. He tasted a little of the ale he’d pretended to drink, but also like himself – something unique. He unhooked mom’s shorts and slipped his hand inside her panty. It seemed wet already. He whispered, “Aunty, you are already wet down there.” She said, “Yes, sweety, I had wanted it for long.”He smiled and started fingering her pussy. She was moaning in pleasure. She smiled and said, “Suraj, be gentle. I am a woman and don’t worry. We have the whole night with us.” He then removed her top and unhooked her bra. Her melons were big, and her erect nipples were brown and hard.He grabbed her melons.