Nikhil stooped up and came to me as soon as he saw me. He held me tight, put his lips on mine and started kissing me. His hands were caressing my nake... hips.Suddenly his phone rang. It was my father-in-law from Indore. Nikhil talked to him. I returned to my room, sat on the bed, and checked my phone. He followed me and sat on the bed while talking on the phone.Nikhil has a huge family house in Indore, which belongs to his grandfather. Now my father-in-law’s elder brother and his family reside. Me : please mujhe apne se door mat kijiye rajesh jiUncle nein fir meri shirt utari aur kaha yeh choochiyan toh mujhe bohot pasand ayi beta , aur unhehalke halke dabane lage , main unki shirt utarne laga, hum donon ab khade hue aur ek doosre ko zorr zor se gale lagane lage, unhone mere hoton ko chumna shuru kiya aur main jaise ek aurat ki tarah siskariyan bharne laga aur unka mast lhada lund dabane laga. Unhonen mere hoton ko kai der tak choosa fir mera sir neeche ki or dabane lage , main apni. Frowning slightly at my left hand, as if it offended me, I absently began to run my right hand over my curves, squeezing my breasts as I went. A sharp intake of breath brought me back to reality as I noticed his silver eyes staring at my chest. Looking down, I discovered for myself that I had pulled one of my perfectly shaped globes from the lacy front of my gown. Staring more intently at it, I focused my eyes on my lovely perfectly erect nipple. The lace ruffling the top rubbed against its. She was a Certified Public Accountant, and somehow she managed to keep her professional and personal life separate. At least I think she did. We lived in a nice house and always had plenty of stuff. She was an attractive woman, at least in most of my memories; I didn't keep a picture of her. Most of the men she dragged home were neither nice nor attractive. She liked slobs. I never knew who would show up for breakfast, or how many. Most of them scared the shit out of me, or shamed me. I do.