Resumo de Beware! Why This Woman Smiles For No Reason!-7

It's love marriage. Very common in Mumbai! Love from my side and immediate consent frim his side. Look at the age gap between us. It is sixteen years! I qualify to be his daughter." He has no interests beyond his bodily needs. My body or any other body, for the night....and of course he has passion for earning money. And this later part is what I like about him the most. In the former aspect, he now is a general, slowing up of the bodily functions."She chortled to herself with delight as she said so. Mihir was silent! Wondering!She came very close to him,her solt ankles touched his sturdy legs. Anxious ankles! Some activity between them! She kept her hands on the thighs. Her 'segaru' had deserted its lawful, respectable place and fallen on her hands and his thighs, like a parachute after landing! Mohini, the movable asset, feast to the eyes, at so close a range! Her breasts in an attacking postion under the cover or deep-neck, choli-cut blouse. Blouse designed for both storage and display, to reveal more and conceal less! He could not help observing the curves! He sat on the edge of his chair and leaned eagerly forward. "Are you looking at the black mole? Doesn't it add to my beauty. You see two more moles beneath this big one..but they are far too close," she said mischievously.....The bosom-popping beauty sat infront of him. To wear a sexy blouse was one thing; to wear a shocking one, another.She was willing to show him the additional two moles, and she pulled the bouse here and there to make adjustments, and Mihir indeed could see the two moles!--then it was dificult to balance the brighlycoloured silk blouse in its proper place and the remaining hooks were unwilling to take on the additional stress load on them...will someone free us? We are just two, being crushed by the weight above!She breathed heavily, extra heavily, deliberately to provide more power to her chest assets, an open exhibition . She observed Mihir like a cold, calculating criminal! He tried to avoid, atlest disrupt, the eye-contact and he glanced towards the wall calender but not for long, as she slowly took his right hand and placed it on the hook. His left hand came to the help of its counterpart and the plumb breasts were totally released from the captivity.Mihir welcomed the saree-paracute on his lap. It provided some protection to him, where he needed proteation. Wear and tear situation!His Moha continued, "You know, I taught in a primary school before marriage. I am a graduate. I met Mashi Seth in the School function, Annual Day Celebrations. He was the Chief Guest. He had donated a heafty sum to our School. I garlanded the Chief Guest that day and he carried my garland for life. I knew, he was a widower, with two daughters and that he had lots of money." Her voice was calm, just loud enough to make itself heard."My father also thinks like you. He loves money and always wants more. He loves me and has high hopes about me!""Mere loving is not enough. It is not love alone, it has a selfish angle also. Your optimism about your father's love for you, betrays a singular ignorance of human nature. In service-life, money want will always remain a want. Unless it is a double-track service. Corruption oriented job. I always believed that a dog's life is far better than living without money--adequate money--surplus money to throw at will--of course--go ahead with your studies--but think! Okay, a job has some prestige attached to it...only, empty, good for nothing prestige. I wish to emhasize again--Mumbai is the city of opportunities, and Mihir...you are tall, healthy and handsome with broad shoulders. You deserve any woman--I mean girl!"She continued to caress him genly with lascviousness.Every caress brought her close by inches on his 'lap-top,' in the intended direction. Her big, brght eyes emitted affection!Mihir was surprised, but liked her advances. Wanted moreof it! As she watched her along,what she was doing, a most delicious languor ripped thm like a warm tide.Then she abruptly stopped all activities, caught his shoulders with her hands and shook them. She quickly fastened the blouse hooks and left the room smiling--that lingering smile! She was in no hurry to guide the seragu to its respectable place and the saree flapping continued. She artfully withdrew. She turned and waved at the gaping Mihir as if to say, "Okay, bye for the time-being. It.s not over, it's the beginning-----Mihir was sleepless; restless. He felt possessed about Moha. Why it was so?Did she mix some aphrodisiac substance in the glass of milk she gave him every night? The sight of her jumping breasts simply hyptonized him! He was convinced that Moha was the guiding spirit to shape his future. Suddenly, he experienced a streak of hatred to service life. He wanted to be a rich man like Mashi Seth--get rich quickly! And the stars had sent Moha to his rescue! That night, he had erotic dreams about Moha!

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