They were Gujarati. The mother of the child was a housewife and looked simple but beautiful and was always clad in a sari. She had firm boobs and a se...y gaand. Her selection of saris was superb and she looked majestic in them. Slowly I was getting attracted to her. I have this habit of peeping through the balcony or window at opposite flats or roadside. One such time, it was 11.15 pm and I was going to sleep. My bed was just next to the window which I used to keep half open. I saw her lying. As she turned to face me it seemed like everything was in slow motion. There we stood both naked looking at each other as if we had never seen members of the opposite sex naked before. Man she had a body that was an hour glass shaped and her breast were nice and firm and the complexion of her skin was the smoothest of mocha I had ever seen on a woman. She had the smoothest body I had ever seen. ‘Boy had I missed out at lunch time” And here we stood just looking at each other with our mouths. It is so lovely to awaken with that certain sensual feeling Janine gives and what I really like about her, she takes it all nice and slowly like she is sipping a good wine and me, laying there, sometimes pretending to be asleep, enjoying her oral motions . ‘I never realised it could get so oven ready when you were still asleep,’ she said first time she did that in bed. ‘Of course,’ I returned, that’s how guys have wet dreams.’ ‘Wet dreams, what are they, Pete?’ ‘You must know, who are you. ‘Hey dummy! Wake up I’m talking here!’ Andrew heard over the phone. ‘Huh?’ he asked as he shook his head to clear his thoughts. ‘What’s her name you big dope? Where did you meet her?’ Janie asked with a giggle. ‘Okay I’m here brat. Her name’s Calli, we met a bit ago when me and a few friends when out clubbing.’ ‘Kelly? You met a bar tramp named Kelly?’ Janie asked, still teasing. ‘No sis, Calli! C-A-L-L-I, it’s short for Calandria, and she’s not a tramp, she’s a Lady.’ ‘Ooh! Calandria! Sounds.