Watching her turned me on.Here I need to tell you that my ex-wife Joe is not Indian. I mean, except for her appearance, nothing would indicate that sh... comes from India. She is a brat, a potty-mouth Brit, and a woman who dresses like an American slut. The only times she wore a sexy sari was whenever we had role-play sex.Joe would pretend to be a hot Indian bhabhi. I would be the plumber/electrician/pizza delivery boy who would satisfy her. So whenever I saw Joe wearing a sari, I would get an. We loved to read and we would goto the movies to watch the latest sci-fi film that came out. I playedbasketball with my younger brother in our backyard. Nothing seemed outof the ordinary. Yet deep down inside I was harboring a secret and theevents in Washington were putting that secret into a bright, personal,mental spotlight for me that only I could see.Inside I was a girl; a normal teenage girl. I thought about how cute Iwould look in outfits as I passed them in store windows or saw them. I gained some confidence and within some time I left back. Time passed and at 2pm I received call about my aunt asking me to come at her place for lunch. During serving lunch I was continuously staring at her cleavage. She caught me few times. After lunch she asked me to sit on couch and she went in and cleared the kitchen and came out. She spontaneously asked a question which took me aback. She asked why you are continuously staring at my cleavage. I was feeling ashamed. I was looking down.. She folded all the garments over her arm, and leftme, saying that she would only be a few moments. Before I had time toabsorb what had happened, she was back with an armful of garments, thistime all in very shiny pink and white.Charlotte laid them over the chair."Here you are dear, the pink pvc outfit as requested."Requested? Pink pvc? Of course, pink pvc and black satin, that's whatthe phone call earlier had been about."It's the same size and style as the satin one so should fit.