This is my first story hope that you all will enjoy this story. This is a true incident not a story and this has changed my life completely. Last year...I was in 11th class. I am a distict cricket player of Kangra so I hardly get time to study seriously. So I was not able to pass in any of the exams.Seeing my performance my class teacher who is the subject teacher of ecnomics called my parents and told them that if I’ll have to pass in the final examinations I will have to work hard and study. I like that first part – when I get in his car, try to assess the mood, talk small talk, listen to what music he has chosen to play, watch him squirm as he gets over his nerves, tease him whenever I can, try to be playful. The beer garden is quiet. Not a lot of people around and we drink some beers. He loves the beers – there’s a good variety on tap and he likes that they’re all foreign. The talk is stilted at first, but soon it’s flowing and he’s more at ease, he’s starting to build, loosening. Then I asked her if she could wear it once so that I could see if it was a right choice for gifting.. She refused. But I insisted telling that any sari on her would look good and started praising. Soon she agreed to trail the sari.I quickly showed her a bedroom in my house which did not have a lock from inside. She went in to change. My cock had gone to 90 degrees.. And I started checking out that aunty from the key hole of the closed door. When I saw her drop her pallu(tip of the sari), my. Panic began to set in. What would she tell my mom? Or would she? Melissa, or Ms. Thompson as I knew her when I was a budding teenager, was a dear friend of my moms. She, along with several other women used to get together weekly and play cards or dominoes . But mostly they sipped on a drink or two and gossiped. Ms. Thompson was a beautiful women who never married. Her life's companion became the business she was left to care for. Ms. Thompson had always been overtly friendly towards me. She.