A week later, the old lady in the 4th flat died, and mrs.bhatia called me as soon as the old lady passed away. I arranged for a refrigerator box, and ...we waited for deepak to come from dubai for the funeral rites. The night the old lady died, mrs. Bhatia requested me to be with her in her flat. I obliged.I cooked a light meal for two and took it to mrs. Bhatia’s house. She had bathed and changed into a full length sleeveless cotton nightie, and she thanked me for making dinner me and we ate in. “It’s all fuckin’ uncooked stuff,” she complained twenty minutes later. “Don’t they know how to do things properly?”“Properly?” asked John, momentarily confused.“You know, pre-cooked stuff that I can just ding.”John just rolled his eyes, fortunately Gayle didn’t see him. To Gayle, cooking meant something that would go into the microwave without too much preparation. ‘Ding’ had been John’s joke when they first got married, but Gayle had taken it to herself. The microwave dinged when it had. She kissed my cheek until I turned my head towards her and then she kissed me again, even more deeply than before. She kissed me for what seemed an eternity, and then stood to finish removing the rest of her clothing.She pulled off her panty as she now stood in front of me totally nude. The neatly trimmed patch of brown hair barely concealed her beautiful pussy, as I marveled at the body of the goddess standing only feet away from me. She slipped back onto the bed and held me softly, her. The train did not come to a screeching halt. Vic did not break down the door with an axe and rush shouting at him. Maddy did not wake up and scream. Nothing at all happened. The train rushed on through the night while the girl bounced sexily from the car motion, loose as a doll and he sat there with his exposed cock rock hard and thrilling.George felt better. He might make something of a sexual adventure of this after all. Staring at the luscious body he jerked off until he dry-throbbed,.