Yeh galat hai ” meri najar savita ke boobs par thi un par larke ke hathon ka pasine ke nishan the. Savita ” kamal ji aap ne dekh to liya fir pooch...kun rahe ho “kah kar us ne meri taraf shararat bhari najron se dekha. “kamal ji is umar main to chalta hai. aap ne bhi to aisa hi kiya hoga ?”Me ” savita tere kameej par to us ne apne hathon kew nishan chor diye hai teri maa ko kya bataye gi ? “kah kar maine us ke boobs par hath laga kar us ko dikhaya savita ne kuch nahi kaha aur meri taraf sharart. She asked why he was here and he told her that his wife had prepared some sweet and he wanted granny to taste it and give her opinion. she said ok, where is it. he said its on the kitchen table and she went to get it. he also followed her. the kitchen is not exactly visible from the couch but if you try from an angle you will be able to see some part of it from the hall. so i was just looking at the tv and pretending to ignore their activity. they both saw me before entering the kitchen and. He loved it, he really did! And of course hefirmly tied the apron around his fairly slim waist, without asking formy permission, as if it was the most natural think to do, before hestarted doing his chores for the day.My feelings were so confused I didn't know what to think, but graduallyit dawned on me that I was enjoying myself. It was a long time since Ihad given anybody so much obvious pleasure; it was like taking a childto the zoo. And it was also obvious that he was working even harder,. I stood for a moment waiting for my eyes to adjust. Of course, there he was at the bar, giving me a small wave and a smile.I really wanted to slap him. Hard.I sat down next to him, actually there was a stool between us. He patted the empty stool, almost like an order. I smiled, shook my head no and gave him the finger. He shrugged and sipped at his beer.Yet again, he was looking good. The casual look again; jeans, another white, untucked shirt...and boots. Brown leather boots that looked like.