It was one afternoon, Shikha and myself were at home. I was doing my class work sitting beside her. She was combing her silky long hair. I started get...ing attracted towards her and simply sat beside her watching her silky hair flowing in air while she was combing. Her hair was partially wet and its fragrance aroused me. I started looking at my mom in a different way. It was a new and fresh feeling. I offered her to help her in combing her hair. She smiling said “yes”. She was sitting on floor. 6, the perfect skin tone, very fair and flawless skin, her boobs were the best part of her body, they were large and round, trying to pop out of the Saree, she was not very fat, but had the right amount of fat at right places. Her eyes were addictive, she applied light pink lipstick on her lips, suddenly I realized that she was in blue Saree. I came to my consciousness, she smiled and said: “What happened to you mister, where are you lost!” I came to my senses and asked: “You said you will be. On my way back from the dispensary I encountered another automobile malfunction. This time it was a beautiful girl. Regardless of who it was I stopped and tried to help. She stalled out at an intersection uphill. I calmed her down and tried to move the b**st with my own legs. She would not go more than a few paces, I kept trying and graciously employed the extra voluntary of another man who had pulled up behind her in his car. We pushed her car up about 40-50 meters of uphill asphalt. ”“Don’t patronize me,” she said, and they locked upagain.It was her turn to move first: she slid behind him andjerked his arm into a hammerlock. He winced; the movesent sharp pain through his shoulder, much more thanhe’d expected.Turning him in place, she took him under his body andaround his neck, and–to his shock–lifted him intoher arms with ease. A second later, she was holdinghim high above her head, her arms fully extended,supporting him with no.