She didn’t have the big boobs of her mother yet. On that, she wore blue jeans mini skirt with pink high heels. Her milk-white legs were completely e...posed as she walked close to us. I didn’t say it but she was looking like this, “Disha is destined to be fucked tonight and I would gladly join that party.”​“Look who is here”, chachiji said.​She looked at me saying, “Oh, hi! Rishi… bhaiya.”​“Disha!” shouted chachi “Don’t you have to go somewhere.”​“Be back on time”, ordered chacha as she walked. I was sacred, nervous, uncomfortable, but exhilarated, happy, excited, and curious. I actually found myself looking forward to it. I was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure and the romantic moment. I sent him out of the room, then I stripped my way up the stairs, leaving a boot at the foot of the stairs, another boot a couple of steps up, my dress a couple of steps after that, my pantyhose a step up from there, my bra at the top of the stairs, and my panties hanging on the doorknob of the. Cos it was embarrassing. Of course he was desperate to see her cunny, plus her naked titties again and said that "He didn't mind" going with her. She teased him by pretending that she thought that he was only doing it to please her and kept saying "That it was alright and she knew he was just being kind"etc Until she caved in , pretending that she thought that he wanted to go so that he could see naked women. So they went to a beach some distance away in the West country, and she instructed him. My heart skipped a beat when he smiled at me. I smile back at him, too astonished to speak. He walks over to the bed and sits on the edge of it, never taking his eyes off of me. I am holding my breath, waiting to see what is going to happen. He leans down and kisses me. Memories of our past life together flash through my mind. I saw him sneaking out of my window hoping not to get caught by anyone. My father had promised me to someone else for marriage and he knew that all I wanted was to be.