She was tall and thin always but she showed up this summer with a great set of tits. They looked very perky and nice. One afternoon I returned home f...om hanging with some friends and my family and hers were all in the backyard swimming in the pool. I decided to take the quiet time in the house to go through her dirty clothes and enjoy the smell of her panties. Doing that instantly made me hard and gave me the desire to masturbate before they all came back in. I grabbed one of her socks and was. .”“No. Don’t go there. Look.”Kate stared at the painting. She looked at it from different angles—from near and far. She walked around it like an art critic. I turned my back so I didn’t have to watch her looking into what I felt. My shame.“You understand,” she whispered. I felt her hand on my shoulder and turned to face her tear-streaked face. I sank to my knees.“I’m sorry, Kate. I’m so sorry. I hope one day you will forgive me.”“You need to hear the rest of the story,” she said. She pulled me. Main kabhi sapne mein bhi nahin soch sakta tha ki who meena chachi jiska naam lekar main raat bhar muth marta tha ek din bra aur chadddhi mein mere samne let kar mere haath se apni malish karwayegi. Malish karte karte jab main meena chachi ki jangho par pahooncha mere haath bar bar chadhhi ke upar se meena chachi ki kasi hui choot ki machliyoon se touch ho rahe the jo mujhe ek ajeeb taraha ka anand de rahe the ke mujhe pata nahin ya soojha maine Meena Chachi ki chaddhi ke side se apni ek ungli. The best part of her features were a lovely round eyes and her long curly, thick black hair with some grey strands in between them.I used to go for tutor to her house on Wednesday at 7.00 pm after work and on Saturdays at 4.00 pm. This incident is of yesterday. I reached her house and rand the door bell. Mrs. Banerjee opened the door. As usual her hair was tied in a bun but she looked very hasseled good evening miss. You look very tired today. What happened?”She replied “Nothing Arun, its just.