” “It will be all in fun, you know, just trying to make you blush and act uncomfortable.” “That’s not really much of a challenge.” She smi...ed. “You are pretty easy. They won’t say anything in front of anyone that wasn’t there though, will they? That’s part of the code or whatever, right?” I nodded. “At least in theory, yes. It’s all stayed pretty well under wraps in years past, apparently, or at least I never heard much talk about what goes on there, at the parties.” “So there you go then! No. First, he just gently touched her breasts over the saree and traced the shape with his finger. Then he started squeezing her breast, which increased Kiran’s heart rate as she enjoyed being touched like that. Soon he started pinching her nipples over the saree and Kiran could not help but breathe heavily and let out a gasp.He pulled her pallu away which revealed her cleavage and blouse. He smiled at her like a kid when he slid one finger in the gap between her melons and fingered her there.. We ended up getting married after graduating and moved back home. It so happened that we graduated from rival high schools and grew up 10 miles from each other, but never met until college. Since none of his frat brothers lived near us, I thought I no longer would be in contact with any of them. Dave persisted in his desire to see me braless and wearing revealing clothes. He also continued to take pictures. We started using a Kodak camera, which required sending the film out to be developed.. . And I said.. “ today its your turn to be my queen”.. She again blushed.. “ Uncle I am feeling jealous of aunty now” I said.. “these means you are putting yourself in shoes of Aunty”… and i took her hands in my hands and started rubbing it gently.. She did not say anything and I started pressing her hand all over.. I was feeling hot now.. “ Kinjal.. Let me make you feel like queen if you don’t mind” She did not say anything but looks like she was getting carried away with me now.. I hold her.