"Exactly so; a carriage was waiting at the end of the Via Macello. Beppo got in, inviting the Frenchman to follow him, and he did not wait to be asked... twice. He gallantly offered the right-hand seat to Beppo, and sat by him. Beppo told him he was going to take him to a villa a league from Rome; the Frenchman assured him he would follow him to the end of the world. The coachman went up the Via di Ripetta and the Porta San Paola; and when they were two hundred yards outside, as the Frenchman. I am about to takeover my dad’s business.Moving towards story. I am living in the area where almost reputed families of the city lives. I usually walk in the morning, where other people also walk. From past 3-4 weeks I had an eye contact with a bhabi(which I thought she is girl). Her name is jyoti. She is so fit that anybody can attract towards her. She lives little far from my house. She always wore fit sports wear where I can see her figure very well. She is damn hot with the figure 36 30. I want you now" I demanded,"Please Mark no. We can't" she whispered.I got up from my chair walked over, and knelt down in front of her. My hand slid up and down her thigh. A tear formed in her eyes as my hand slipped under the dress and caressed her thigh."We can't" she whispered."But we will" I replied.I reached up to unbutton the dress. Button after button I unfastened. When the last button was undone, I slipped the dress off her shoulders. Her breasts had got bigger. I reached round and. If only I was invisible.My hand went into the countertop.Yes!I pulled my hand out.If only I was visible. I touched the counter. I was solid again.If only I was invisible. My hand went through it again.Okay, I had to mentally wish it. It wasn't some kind of verbal mantra. It was a certain kind of thought. Perhaps it worked on a certain brainwave? It didn't matter. What mattered was it worked.I noticed I was still clothed. It was reasonable for my clothes to fall off when I was transparent. These.