“Nothing special, meatloaf, potatoes, and green beans.” “That sounds wonderful,” I answered. “What can I do to help?”“Nothing. The meatl...oaf and potatoes just need to be put in the oven for an hour,” she responded. “The beans just need to boil on the stove for the last 10 minutes.”She left for the kitchen. I suddenly got suspicious of her motives. However it was good to talk to someone who understood what I was going through. In a few minutes she was back. She turned on the television. We. 3 mahine lage jheel ko patane me or mujh kamine se beintehan mohabat karne lagi.diwali ki vacations hone wali thi sab ghar jane k liye ticket kara rahe the but maine khud b ni kara or use bhi karne ko mana kar dia.humne diwali me sath hi rahne ka program banaya.Diwali me sab apne apne ghar gaye muskil se 8-10 hi ruke the or girls hostel me bhi 7-8 hi thi.choti diwali k din maine use apne rum ko aane ko kaha.phle to wo bhut darr rahi thi lekin bhut samjane pe jab wo rum me aa gayi to mujhe bhi. "Promise me you'll behave. Don't overreact. Let me talk to her." I'm not going to overreact. The apartment is too small for four people. Inviting them to live with us was my mistake. I'll make the best of things," I said to appease her, knowing she could see through me. I was seething inside."Do you promise to be good?" Yes, dear," I said, attempting a smile. She kissed me before dashing up the stairs.The apartment was quiet and the mess we had witnessed in the kitchen had been picked. I imagined, to him psychologically, I was maybe twenty percent a mother and eighty percent just another sexy mature women. Because I had given him very little mothering. He was always staring at parts of my body. My body-mass consisted of a 5 ft. 10 ins frame, and the rest of the 160 pounds was mostly made up of my big butt, thick thighs, an ample tummy and a pair of heavy droopy tits. As I worked around the place I constantly caught Ronie quietly admiring my body. A week later, one evening.