I told him I totally understood and appreciated where he was coming from. I then asked "Well, what would you want to be next"? He said "Her tits are p...rfect and would fit nicely in his hands". He went on to say that he would love touch her tits, finger her and eat her pussy. He said he would love to fuck her, but he thought that would be taking it too far. I let him know that she has a wet, sweet pussy and seeing him finger or even eating her out, would be hot. I would love to watch her squirm. I knew I changed, but the waist measurement read 24"!Was that correct? I did it again just to be sure. 24"! I ran the tape aroundmy hips, fearing the worst since they looked bigger than my waist. I almostfainted when the tape read 36".I threw the tape somewhere, muttering that what I really needed right now wasa drink. I knew my clothes would not fit at all anymore so looked inside herdresser for a pair of jeans. I examined myself in the mirror, turningsideways, and decided not to even bother.. Grabbing my torch, I clamor for the local directory and find the number for the nearest repairman. Ringing the number a recorded message said that they were extremely busy and to leave a brief message and they would attend as soon as possible and apologized for the inconvenience. Leaving my message I quickly tidied up and hopped into a hot soaking bath. Laying there I drifted off into a fantasy. It had been three years since that rotten mongrel of a boyfriend had left me. The bastard, he even. He is bringing some food for you.Me: Sure, I will stay here.Normally, my mom never buys sarees without me, but this time she did not force me to come. I knew some action was about to come. So I did not waste much time. After a few minutes, I went upstairs and asked the salesman there to send my snacks there.As I went, I saw them choosing on various saree. But I did notice that my mom’s blouse was a little wet and she had made a bun of her hair. I also noticed that the man’s shirt was untucked..