My mother put out ashort white cotton dress with tiny light pink dots. It had spaghettistraps and light pink lace at the bottom. I was so short, it wa... 10 or11 inches from my knee. I had on a white bra and panties with a pictureof a pink heart on the front. Because the day before I had on aoversized sweatshirt you couldn't see that the cups of my bra kind ofstood out, making it look like I had little breasts. I also wore whitesandals.After I did my makeup and perfectly redid my nails in a light. Toh dang reh gya chut k saat kaale ghane baal. Mai chota tha pr mera lund khada ho gya apne aap I dont know why.Maine wha gusaya pr thik usi time door knock huwa or sab khatam so sad na .Maine v yhi socha tha pr jindagi ne u turn liya or wohi chut mujhe mili jab mai twelve m tha.Ek din mai apne aunty k ghr gya tha unhe ek v bacche nhi huwe the sayad family planing hoga but I didnt ask.Uncle defence m the toh hum dono akele the ghr m.Wo thodi chulbuli thi.I mean open minded.Wo mujhe apna sukhaya. As I was saying, I gaze at her lustfully almost everyday as she moves from room to room, spreading the aroma of incense sticks that she burns. Almost always she wears either a white or a light pink sleeveless blouse. Both of them are made of thin cotton. Added to that the dampness of her body makes her 34-inch boobs quite visible. Her wet hair would be open, coming down to her chest. It would make her blouse all the more damp and transparent. Many times my eyes have been drawn to her fair,. "Here let me dothat." She stepped into the bathroom and helped me do my make-up in aheavier style than I'd normally do. I had long false eyelashes, wickedup curls on the outside of my eyes, cupid bow lipstick and lots offoundation and blusher. "There now we can go. Grab your handbag andlet's get moving!"I put on my quilted coat and grabbed my bag to follow her out of theapartment. We reached the outside door and I felt the cold wet wind lashmy thinly covered legs as we walked to the car."Hurry.