The woman glanced at me, frowning as I began typing the first of the commands, staring at the computer program. My cheeks warmed with embarrassment at... the attention. It was strange. People didn't use a laptop in the entrance of a grocery store balanced on a shopping car seat.“What's he up to?” the boy asked as they headed inside.“No idea,” the MILF said.The cashier glanced at me again.My program had two screens, a command line that looked like DOS, black with white text. The other side was a. The Mets were playing the Cubs that weekend so we hurried to a nearby ticket outlet. Saturday’s game was sold out but we managed to get good though expensive seats to the Sunday afternoon game.We still had the evening in front of us. We walked to the park, I led her onto a hansom cab and we kissed often as we took it all in. We confessed to each other that we had not had the time to take in the sights. We also admitted that we had not felt much like doing so by ourselves.“That’s why I hired. She must be in her thirties or so. She is a really hot thing. lot of guys have their eyes on her. First of all she has really sexy, hot lips. And her breasts are these huge melons that give every one a hard on. Me too. But no one had tried to come on to her since she was Mrs. Dutta, not Ms. sivani. She was a married woman.I once wrote a poem and showed it to her.She really liked it a lot and said that I should show her some more of my poems. She even invited me to her place to spend some time. But for the meanwhile he has to wait for night to come. In evening Rahul was studying and as usual Smita was guiding him sitting next to her. “Rahul if you can complete your mathematics home work on time, I promise I will give you whatever you want from me.” said Smita Aunty.Rahul grinned and replied “Are you sure”.Yes, anything you want,” added Smita. Rahul started to working on mathematics and completed it before expected time. Smita happily asked Rahul “so there you go my boy! What do you.