I just won’t let on to anyone else! It’s time for me to go. I’ll be home to walk you to work, and then I’ll run my errand.”We kissed and hug...ed, and I went to find the kids to say goodbye to them and headed to the office. I needed to talk to Jeri about the previous evening, so I called her into the small conference room.“What exactly did you say to Samantha?” I asked.“I just answered her questions!”“A truthful answer with no substance. Try again.”“She asked about your family, so I told her. Itne me uncle daya ke pas aakr beth jate h or tapu se khte h ki wo unki beti k pas beth jaye .Tapu khush ho kr us ladki k pas beth jata h .Fir uncle daya se bat krna start krte hUncle : ap kha se ho ap bhut khubsurat ho .Daya : (shrmate huve ) me gokul dham society me rahti hu .Ap kha rahte h .?Uncle: me pas ki hi society me rahta hu .(uncle apna ek hath daya ki jhangho pr rakh dete h or sahlane lagte h daya ye dekh kr thoda jhijhkti h or muskurate huve tapu ki taraf ishara karti h .)Uncle :. A quick look into each of her daughters rooms confirmed that she was indeed alone.When she closed the door to her room, she thought she felt a whisk of warm air near her face. It had to be her imagination she concluded. She unbuttoned her uniform and allowed it to drop to the floor. The attractive mother had just unbuttoned her rear clasp bra and she felt a small tingle shoot through her body. It took a second for her to steady herself when she became conscious of her own hands holding the 'C'. Her right hand flashed to her breasts, caressing as it slid towards the line of buttons.Slowly, sensually, she began the odyssey, her eyes watching his widen with each button. The creamy skin of her breasts slowly kissed the sun as the sun dress parted, hiding her nipples quietly. Her fingers passed down, over her stomach, leaving fresh creamy skin at each stop. Her gaze never left his as her left hand pressed deeply into her soft mound... guarded only by the remaining dress and the tiny lace.