My mom is a traditional mandir type of women. Though their sex life is happy, dad always looks for a chance to get a women by his sexy conversations (...ouble meaning). My room is adjacent to my parents room. I always hear love making sounds from my parents room at night time. I then peep into their room and see them deeply engrossed in the sex activity. At times I see my dad groping mom when she is working in the kitchen.I secretly hear dad talking some sexy things with mom without the knowledge. I called my Hubby and he said he would come here in 2-3 days to pick me up. Now I decided not to visit the farm and better stay at home since it was cool. The monsoon disappeared next day and again the temperature began to rise. So I had to visit the farm in order to escape the heat. Manoharrao came next day and he picked me. As usual we reached at 11 am. I saw that farm –1 was being ploughed and getting ready for sowing. Now instead of chatting and sleeping I decided to see the banana tress. "My sweet Amanda, I wish I wish I was holding you. I hate being apart from you just as much. Damn-it, I want I want you! I want to be kissing your lips and caressing that beautiful body of yours. I need to stop talking this way, or I will have one hell of a hardon. I still have 400 miles to drive before I can relax and call this a day." She felt that ole tingle of desire. "Well, we both know that your sexy voice has my body already tingling with desire. I am not going to tell you what its doing. If you have to ask, you can’t afford them. “Do you like what you see?” Startled out of his observations and feeling guilty to be caught ogling his prospective boss. (How had she known he was looking at her?) He nervously asked, “Excuse me?” “Do you like what you see? Most people are very pleased with the view and comment on it. You only seem to sit there and stare at me.” “The view? Well, I…uh…yes. It is very impressive. But not as impressive as you.” Mentally he slapped himself as he tried to.