She came to uncle’s life while I was studying for my 10th and from that time itself I had feelings for her but I had no courage to approach her.And ... tried many times ti spy on her while she bathing but nothing works out . So I decides this will be my last try and I don’t want to waste it . So I took my few books and took my phone with me and went to my uncles house. My uncles house is just opposite to my house so I am always welcomed there . When I entered I found that uncles son was already. 'DAMN, of all my luck!' To make matters worse he was carrying flowers and chocolates. He looked at me; all I could think of was that I must look like a deer in deadlights. I stood up, muttered something about an emergency, and tried to skid past him. I thought it had worked when I reached the door, but his voice stopped me dead in my tracks. The tone that I can't resist came out of his mouth. The one that makes my heart melt and sink all at once. It is the hurt tone. The one I heard three years. Still, there was something missing. The sex was good, but no longer explosive. He missed the sense of the forbidden, the feeling they'd gloried in as high school sweethearts copping a quickie -- with her straddling him on the front seat of the Chevy at the Double Feature Drive-in. It just wasn't the same.Al had always had a secret fascination with anal sex. Maybe it was because, as a little kid, before he had learned the details of female anatomy, he'd believed that the asshole was a special. Mum tried not to lose grip with me shaft as we walked up the stairs but the spiral was too tight “We must be under the back yard.” I said and somehow was surprised hearing my voice, because I hadn’t said a word for what now seemed like ages to me. “You’re absolutely right, slave.” May said but turned around and gave me grin telling me that the slave treatment was paused by now and she just was bantering me. As soon as we had left the last stair mummy’s soft hand wrapped around my shaft and I.