Reshma. Don’t call me mam. Call me Reshma. We are almost of same age.Me- Sure Reshma. We spent some time in the mall, roaming around shops. I asked ...her to be in very less dress for massage to be very lovely. She smiled at my comments, and said, sure friend. I will be in less dress. We left and went to our home. I was very happy to massage a sexy lady next day. We chatted for few hours in WhatsApp, about ourselves, our work etc.Sunday morning, I went to her house and had breakfast, which she. The wine seemed to stoke the already warm fire burning in my belly and I felt the relaxing calm spreading over my body. Had someone passed near my table, they might have seen me blush as I thought about our past relationship, wondering if just seeing him would still make me wet in places women aren’t supposed to think about it. Who says women aren’t visual as well as sensual? Then he was there. I watched as he stopped briefly to remove his coat and speak to the maître d’. The maitre d’ gestured. His thin fly-away hair had thickened to a sleek dark-auburn pelt, and constantly unloading cases of long-neck beer bottles - along with manhandling kegs - had toned his physique to one which would have been the envy of many marathon swimmers.O'Malley had decided to introduce Terry to his old army buddy, Al Green, and had taken the boy to try the ribs at "Greasy Al's Pit Stop".The big black man had immediately endeared himself to the boy, by offering to buy him from O'Malley, because he'd always. I told him with a puzzled look “When did I say yes” .. He replied “You never said no either” Both of us smiled I said ‘Bring them tomorrow’. I went to the swimming pool and got enrolled in weekend classes. I told them I would confirm my timings on call. They agreed readily with whatever I said. The advantage of being a lady I guess.So come Saturday morning he set up the gym with the exact same equipments I had been working out on shows he had been stalking me. We discussed only about fitness.