Someday I would be more interested insex, just not now. So I concentrated on my schoolwork, pulling in prettygood grades if I do say so, and occupied ...yself around the house in theevenings. My only hobby was taking pictures with my digital camera, andthat I could do from my bedroom window so I rarely needed to go outside.Mom was worried that I was depressed, because of some article she readin a magazine, or maybe she saw it on 'Oprah', and that was when shecame up with the idea of me getting a. I wanted him. But, years of conservative behavior were hard to overcome. “Farley. I… I mean. Stay.” His hands started to move worshiping my body, but avoiding the places that I really wanted them to be. However, his face remained serious, and he stayed a step back from me. “First. Elisa, I need you to know that I am not doing this because you just happen to be here. Or because you are naked. Or because I am horny, although, I am very horny. You are beautiful Elisa. But, I want this to be more. ,” Gulabo looked at me, “How…how dare you do that in front of me, I am like your Aunt! You better stop doing that and cover your damn thing!”“I won’t cover it, Auntie, I want you to see my cock and …..oh God……it feels so good jerking in front of you and you are not my Aunt, but a sexy lady.”And then I stared openly at her breasts, sighing as I watched her huge breasts swaying slightly under her saree pallu. She was breathing heavily now in anger and frustration as I was now openly flirting with. . belt buckle.Her eyes returned back to his face. The grin had broadened and he winked at her as she passed, heading back to her booth.She could feel his eyes following her, hoping he'd take the bait and join her. She wondered if his back was as strong and hard as it looked, and dreamed of running her hands through his spiky hair as she kissed him hard, pressing herself against him."Hello, sweetheart. All alone?"She jumped, startled out of her reverie. God, even his voice sent shivers through.