The woman moved closer to Mom.“Is this your son?”“Yes, he’s so handsome isn’t he?”“He sure is, does he shop with you a lot?”“This is... the first time. I was so horny when we left the house, I wore this old dress with no underwear.”“I don’t have a bra on. I’d pull my panties off right here if I knew I wouldn’t be seen.”“Pull them off and my son will show you his cock. It’s as big as that cucumber you have in your basket.”“No way.”“Lose the panties and he’ll show you a way.”She looked around, then. Simon went through to the kitchen and emptied the bag. He took a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with ice from the freezer.‘You may as well pour me one,’ Mandy said, making him flinch.‘Drinking before going you go out, eh? Don’t get too pissed, Mr. Clothing Guy might take advantage of you.’ Simon could be sarcastic.Mandy jumped up and perched herself on the worktop. ‘I’m not going out after all,’ she sighed. ‘Hey, more vodka than that. Christ, that wouldn’t get a gnat pissed.’Simon. It was like my story is over. I sat on bed and bhabhi came near and sat very close to me. Her body was touching mine and it was electric shock for me. She asked about the Salwar kameej and I called Shalu. Shalu came and took her Salwar kameej and went to other room to wear the same. Bhabhi said what this going on. I said bhabhi please wait for 10 min I will explain you everything. Now Shalu also came in and sat beside me. I introduced to bhabhi. She smiled and shakes hand with Shalu. Bhabhi. Don't say anything where ever you are from you always like the people from your home country. Two days passed and nothing happened and the same boring life routine emerged again into my life. No mater where ever you are it is your fault for not doing anything you want! I always thought it is because of my country. No i is always because of me. I am so tired of that and went to my room early.As I approach my room, I hear a little moaning sound from inside. May be Archana was doing something.