She went back behind the counter and several minutes later she came back to my table with a cookie, saying a sweet for the the sweet comment. I said, ...you caught me staring didn't you. Yes she said, but I thought it was sweet. You have a nice backside I told her. Come on, please, I'm pushing 50 and gravity is killing me she said. Not to me, I think your very sexy, I responded. Thank-you, your such a flirt she said, smiled then walked away. I overheard her tell her coworker that she was thinking. Ek din me office se ghar ja raha tha, rat ke 9 baj gaye the me 1 ghanta late tha ghar pohchne hi vala tha ki raste me ek call aaya or me apne ghar se thode hi dur ruk gaya, me ne phon uthaya to ek Madam thi ushki voice se lag raha tha ki wo 34 35 sal ki hogi mene call uthaya or mene bataya yes feel the Difference to wo boli Muje massage ke liye jankari chahiye, to me Man hi man me itna khush huaa ki khusi se phon gir jane ka dar lag gaya or mene bataya yes aap ko kab or kaha chahiye to ushne. " Well, you didn't ask me, did you? I asked you here." I suppose you are right. So why didn't you just get changed and forget about me?" I don't know. Something kept me from signing you off as just another pervert. You had an honest look about you, I guess you could say."Could her jean shorts be any shorter? God, her tanned legs begged, pleaded for some nylons to encase them in a fetish existence only I could ultimately enjoy. However, at the present moment, I only wished to nuzzle her sexy. “Hey to you too.” Dylan shouted up to Zoey.“Shut up! My dad will hear you!” Zoey said under her breath once again.“Sorry.” Dylan said back to Zoey as she had instructed him too. “How the hell am I gonna get up there?” He paused for a few seconds, “Wait I have an idea…” He whispered up to Zoey. Zoey’s room was on the second floor and was at least thirty feet from where Dylan had been standing. Then, Dylan started to sprint away from Zoey. “What the hell are you doing!?” Zoey said in a loud.