It was red with lace along the top of the cups. It had a heart sewn where the cups joined. The clasps were on the back like most bras which I could no... hook behind my back. I had to try it on immediately. It felt so good against my chest and the padding made me look like I actually had tits.I pulled on one of my nightshirts while standing in front of the mirror. The bra made me look like a woman from the neck down. Unfortunately, it was Saturday afternoon. Mom was home, so I couldn’t prance. “Sorry no, it would be too dangerous.”“Dangerous?”“For you. I might be tempted to take more of your lifeforce from you.”“Couldn’t you just ... Not?”Looking up at his face she gave him a skeptical glare. Instead of answering, she swiftly got to her feet on the bed and straddled his shoulders before squatting and placing her bottom squarely on his face. “Don’t lick.”His tongue slipped back into his mouth without touching her. “What? Why?”“That’s effectively what you just asked me to do. It’s what. .. you almost got me last night.”“I wondered, punkin,” he replied. “That bedtime kiss was awfully promising.”I never thought a drive home could drag on like this one, but finally we’re in the carport under the house, the gate’s closing behind us, and Bob’s following me up the stairs.I unlock the door.“You don’t go walking through it this time,” he said, opening it. He scooped me up. I squealed.“How positively archaic and sexist,” I said.“Archaic? I didn’t drag you in by your hair. And sexist?. My name is Ashish And I am working in a MNC in Delhi, but my hometown is in Mumbai and my parents are staying abroad so, my home in Mumbai is being put on a rental basis to a family (I am not at all aware of that family as all the rent is collected by my bhai) and if I used to have a visit to my home town, I used to stay at my bhabhi’s place, but unfortunately, due to a lotta work and my studies (when she got married, I was studying), I couldn’t get time. I used to study in Delhi itself, used.