Her panties were on the floor in the middle of the room. She was smiling widely."Are you sure you aren't the maid?" she laughed."What the hell do you ...hink you're doing," I asked, tossing her clothes onto a chair. "What if Mom had come back?" Oh, don't be such a wart, Willy," Mindy said. "She didn't come back, did she?" No," I admitted."Then why don't you come over here and talk to me before she does?"I felt pretty confused as I walked over to Mindy's bed. I was pretty sure that she was naked. She couldn’t cook as well as we thought. We suffered through three hot dog and hamburger meals before we started teaching her. Then she signed up for a cooking class featuring Mexican dishes, and our variety improved quite a bit.So my home life improved dramatically. It was kind of interesting when we had dates over, they all had a hard time with our living arrangement, but after they learned they adjusted. If one had company, the other stayed absent. Jen even stayed in the house a few times to. ” Disappointed, I came upstairs and relieved myself. I had a big splash that day. Maybe because of the cold outside or because Asha was sitting behind me and pressing her boobs.Days passed, She intentionally didn’t wear dupatta whenever she came to the terrace. Once she was spreading some dry sandige on the terrace and she hadn’t worn a dupatta. Her boobs were popping out and I was looking at her from my room entrance.She got to know that I was looking at her but acted naively and showed more.. I felt my pussy dripping. I couldn’t take my eyes of her, till she pulled it out and pushed it inside my asshole. It went in with ease.Evening, I came back home from my school and the first thing mom asked me was about the butt plug and how did it feel. “I felt little pain and difficulty at first, but as the day progressed I forgot about it and the thought of having a butt plug in my ass and being in class excited me mom” I replied.“So you really enjoyed it huh?” mom asked “ya, mom” I replied.