. You mean? ... This I gotta see!” While his wife watched in confusion, John stood and stuck his head through the swinging door to the kitchen. Phoe...e’s costume was considerably simpler then Jeanine’s - white high heeled pumps and an apron, nothing else. The apron was loose enough up top to see almost all her ample breasts and gaped open in the back to show both ass cheeks and the valley between them. After a minute of unabashed staring John returned to his seat.“What, John? What was it?” asked. I use to sleep with them sometimes. Many times, I had overheard them talking to my parents that they want a son like me (not bragging about me).One fine evening, as usual, I was playing cricket with my friends. I hit the ball so hard, it went inside our building.I went to fetch the ball. I passed by Manish’s house. The door was slightly open and the ball was inside his house. I went inside to pick up the ball. I noticed Sinchana wasn’t home. I didn’t make much noise as I didn’t want Manish. On her though, the result was stunning. There was no indication within Ms. McAllister’s wardrobe of the androgynous slacks or blazers like those so many women in our office donned each day. If I were guessing correctly, she always wore high quality stockings with a lusciously lacy garter belt beneath her pretty skirts, and never pantyhose. (At least in my fantasies that’s how it was.) Her waist was slender flaring smoothly to meet nicely proportioned hips perched atop a pair of long shapely. Ajeet bahutghabraya hua uaruska hath blouse ke hoock kholte waqt kamp raha tha.Ajeet ka dardekh kar chachee ne usko dhire dhire baton se samjhayaaur phir apnebahon me bhar liya. Chachee ne tab Ajeet ko apne blouse ki hookkholne madad karne lagee aur phir apna blouse utardiya. Phir wo murkar kharee ho gayee aur apni bra ki hook kholne kelieu boli. Jab braki hook khul gayee to chachee phir se Ajeet ke samneho gayee aurapne dono hathon se apne chunchee aur bra pakar karkharee ho gayeeaur dhire se.