I used to adjust her hair while she was cooking as she can’t touch her hairwhile cooking as her hands were oily kind stuff. I used to draw her hair ...romher cheeks till her neck. I used to watch her cooking over her shoulderwatching her sweaty cleavage. Sometimes I used to rest my hands on hershoulders and smelled her neck. It was such a wonderful feeling and slowlymy mind moved away from considering her as my bhabhi to a sexy hot female.She never minded while I moved around her and we also. Once, while Rishad and I were traveling by bus after a hard, long day at the campus. It was already mostly dark by then. I was wearing a short-sleeved blouse and a translucent saree that day because of some cultural event held at the campus.There were hardly any taxis on the road. A bus came after a long wait, which was significantly crowded.“Come on. This one is super crowded,” I said.“If we don’t board this one, we aren’t going home,” Rishad said as he held my left wrist in his right hand and. " She laughed at her own joke. Jesse continued, "Her name is Belinda Ann and she is healthy as a new born baby ought to be. Doc was too drunk to make it, but we didn't need him anyways." She bustled her fat frame around the cramped apartment, picking up her belongings."I'll be back in the afternoon some time, to see how the little mother is doing. Ruby is coming back over later on this morning to take care of things and help out around the house. You let that little girl rest, y'hear? She ain't. She was wearing a tight light blue runners jacket, cute fleece mittens, a headband to hold her hair back, pink Nike free runs, and the tightest spandex running pants I have ever seen in my life. When I looked her up and down I swear my cock almost shot out of my sweatpants and hit her in the stomach. But it didn't. But it was hard as a rock at its complete 8 inches and I'm pretty sure pre cum was dribbling down the front of my boxers. She opened her mouth to speak..."Well, are you just going to.