I had to keep records! And boy were they a bitch. Besides the ‘disposal’ body, I needed a legitimate corporse. With that legitimate customer I had... to keep a death certificate, a permission for cremation from the relatives, a ‘Certificate of Weight’ before cremation and another of the weight of the ashes after. I also needed to provide description of the disposal of the ashes, ie, burial, presented to and signed for by relatives, or else I’d better have them in a box on a shelf in the back. Charu mummy – Chalo fir aaj tumhare ghar ki coffee pite hai. Yahan ki coffee mujhe pasand nhi aayi.Ye kehte hue unhone mera hath daba diya tha. Mummy ne jaldi se bill pay kiya aur fir wo mujhe car me baitha kar mere ghar le jane lag gyi. Mera lund pura khada ho chuka tha. Main car me unke sath baitha baitha unki choot ko masal rha tha.Charu mummy – Are thoda sa sabar rkho, ghar ja karna hi hai.Kuch hi der me hum dono ghar aa gye. Wo sidhi mere bedroom me aayi aur bed par baith gyi. Main bhi. This was the day after the best day of my life. "We're on our honeymoon." Really?" She nodded at that and then did a double-take as she realized I was talking about Robert and me. "You're married to him?" Yeah!" I narrowed my eyes and I knew why she looked shocked, but the woman wasn't paying attention to me anyway."Good morning, sir," she purred. "I'm Denise and I'll be servicing you all the way to Honolulu." Really?" My husband of less than 24 hours gave her a dazzling smile, and a slow,. Her dusky skin tone, her long hair, and structure are what I fell for. Soon I started lusting for her.My curvy colleague used to come to the office on her two-wheeler. One day she was walking home and I met her on the way. So I inquired about it and she said that her vehicle was given for servicing.As it was raining in Bangalore for quite some days, the sky seemed to be dark and cloudy. So I offered her a lift as my way to home was the same as hers. She accepted it.On our way, like 10 minutes.