I said I would but he didn’t believe me.“Bullshit bro you’re gonna go home and jerk off to the idea, but you’re too much of a pansy to do that...”. “Watch me”, I said, and I walked home with a confidence I have never had. I wasn’t able to carry out my plan unfortunately because I walked through the door of my house to find my mother crying on the couch with a bottle of gin. “What’s wrong mom”, I asked. “He’s such a liar and a dirt bag”, she shouted. “Who?” I asked. She stayed quiet for half. She also started asking me daily.We shared each other’s assets pic on WhatsApp.She is surely a lady of dreams.Her assets.Her boobs were something anybody will lust to grab her and press them.Slowly we became so desperate that it was hard to control our feelings. We planned for the day.Forgot to mention I live in Noida and the heroine of my story lives in Dehradun.So we planned a day to fulfill our desires when her husband would be out to duty.She took a day off and I too reached Dehradun.She. I sat over right next to him. By this time, the alcohol was hitting us a little harder than we thought, and out of nowhere he insisted that pants were the worst thing ever and attempted to take them off.“Help me Yanny” he laughed as he fumbled to remove his buckle.“Is this your lame attempt at trying to fuck me?” I replied with alcohol induced confidence.Lifting his legs up so that he was now resting properly on the couch, I pulled his belt off, and slid his pants down, trying to ignore the. This is the stuff stories are made of. Besides, what could go wrong? You outweigh her by a good eighty pounds, and yes, you want this."I ushered her in with my arm and then closed the door behind her. I was about to say something pithy, but before I had a chance she once gain smiled and said, "Let's skip the small talk. We both know what we're here for. So let's just enjoy this."She undid the tie on one of her shoulders. The dress dropped to the floor to reveal a white thong and a well tanned.