From time to time, though, Raja kept on peeking at her chest. She noticed that which made her a bit uncomfortable. She wanted to make him stop but did...’t find the right words. Fortunately, Raja took the hint.​”I apologize for staring at your chest. It’s not what it looks like,” Raja confessed. “As you know, I am a ladies tailor, the best one there is. So just by looking, I can tell that your blouse is not a proper fit,” he said, intensely staring at her chest. Despite the pallu covering her. A week ago about 11 o'clock at night I heard a knock at the door and when I opened it this same woman was standing there."Son, I am sorry I haven't been round to see you and ease your tensions," she said as she pushed her way past me into my house."Hoi, lady where do you think you are going?" I cried after her as she went straight into the lounge. I closed the door and when I entered the lounge she was on the sofa with her nightdress pulled up, knees bent exposing her womanhood to me."Come on. She was wearing her shorts (which was only till her thigh length) and a yellow t-shirt. At around 5 pm, dad came and said that he has to go out of station for 4 days and he has a flight at 1 am. Mom said ok.Dad said (unaware that I was listening), “Before I leave, let me have you.”Mom giggled but made serious face when she saw me. She said that she will be in room and pack the things. Dad went behind her.After an hour, I heard the moaning voices of mom again. But this time, the door was closed.. . "I can finish up early today as its been quiet," I said. I stood up and put a lock on the till then grabbed up my bag and went for the door.Monica lifted up my painting and put it under her arm.We left the shop and I locked up. I rode with her to her detached house by the meadow in her red mercedes car and went to her stables and got on a couple of her horses. Monica and I rode through the beautiful meadow for ten minutes until we stopped and tied our horses' reins around a tree. We sat.