I put on my negligee and went to her room and called her. She woke up and came to me. I told her of my condition that I was unable to sleep unless sh...e could find somebody to sleep with me. Jena affectionately told me to come to her room and sit on her bed. The room was small as compared to mine and there was one single bed. I sat on Jena’s bed and she sat beside me. “Lie down, darling,” Jena said. “Let me try to put you to sleep,” she said gently. After I lay on my back, Jena sat close to me,. She seated me comfortably and went back to wind up the talk.I had time to look at her properly. Sarla ,after 6 years I was seeing her again and was feeling what I felt back then. “Ah, Sarla,you sexy bitch! Look at yourself in your sexy cut-sari a 36-28-36 maybe and that at the age of 40. Curse you for being my father’s sister. If only you were more distant I would have filled you with my semen. You haunt me in my dreams. I wish I could lay my hands on those boobs of yours.” She was hot, much. ” So she leads me; left hand gripping my left wrist, her right arm encircling my narrow waist, her right palm burning into my quivering stomach as her saliva damp fingers teases their way along my panties line and stroke the gentle bulge that signals the start of my pubic mound. She leads the way out of the bar and I wiggle along beside her, my legs weak, my footsteps uncertain, a fuzzy thumping clouding my head as we step once more into the sunshine and slowly wend our way back towards our. ‘Been a long day already. I’m rather enjoying sitting still for a while.’ ‘Ok then.’ She said, and turned to leave. She wasn’t sure, but as she walked away she thought she could feel his eyes on her. Or, she thought, she damned sure wished his eyes were on her. A rush of warm air met her as she walked through the swinging doors into the kitchen. She waited for the doors to swing closed again and then peeked through the narrow crack between them to take another look at the man sitting at her.