I am an average Telugu guy from Hyderabad having 5’10” height, 65 kgs weight, perfect V-shaped body, and 6 inches long tool. This is my 10th story...on ISS. Hope you enjoyed my previous stories.My cousin Phani (name changed) is 12 years older than me. He is the son of my dad’s elder brother. We had a similar physical structure and facial features as we are very close relatives. Phani was our role model. He got educated very well and guided everyone from the educational perspective and helped all. "It's a fair offer, freely made from one drowned rat to another."She smiled, then laughed. "OK," she said. "But I really do have to get home soon. He'll start to worry." Of course," I said. "You can call him from my place as soon as we get there. No sweat."That seemed to alleviate her fears and we began the short hike to my building. On the way I mentioned that I had one of those washer/dryer stacking combos and an extra robe she could wear. Or maybe she would just want to climb into a pair of. The chat continued as we measured the windows together, always that unwavering look in her eyes. As we finished the last window downstairs I wound in the tape and, instead of letting go, she held on and came with it. I didn't notice at first then glanced up as I became aware of her being at the end of the tape. She came right up to me still hanging on to it. The tape wasn't the only thing currently being wound up. My jeans bulged! When the tape was wound right in she said very quietly, still. He got a full view of one leg, my hiked up skirt and then the other leg. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he enjoyed the view as he smiled at me from ear to ear. He escorted me to the door, then into the club where we were met by the hostess who was clad in a micro mini skirt and tank top. The bar area was booming, as people were drinking and mingling as she sat me on the corner of the bar asking "if this was ok" "Sure, its good" I replied as I climbed onto the barstool, unaware that my.