She was looking damn hot in that. Then I took the bike and we road a way to town and we went for a movie and was enjoying a lot. She was upset that my...uncle dint called yet.So after movie we went to dam and roamed a lot in bike and we reached back at evening to home. She took a bath and changed her dress to that black saree. She was wearing all normal and hide her low cut and we went to temple. She said from now on words you are my husband.So when we reached home she served me food. At that. Mature women in their late thirties or early forties always interested me which commonly known as milf.There was hardly a day when I didn’t masturbate thinking about women and their assets. Life was just going on like that until she came and changed everything. She turned me into a man. My neighbor’s house was empty for some time asthey had shifted to delhi.But in june 2008 they rented the place to a gujarati family.The family had 4 members a husband, wife, daughter named neha aged15 and a boy. She flew into a rage when the cloth enveloped her body, ripping and tearing in desperation to get it off and smashing everything within reach while she screamed at the top of her lungs. Attempting to clothe her wasn't repeated.Gradually, her curiosity value to the villagers waned, she passed from their everyday thoughts, probably because she was largely unseen, taking up a spare room in Rene's stilted house. Even he had almost forgotten her, passing on to another acquisition in his insatiable. It was how we started everyday, and even though it was done daily in silence, I wanted to hear him say something. Tell me I was in trouble, or tell me that I wasn't, but please talk to me! I retrieved Master's clothes for the day, and as I buttoned his shirt, he asked me what I had done that morning, why I had taken so long getting ready, why I had not wakened him on time. I started naming off all of the things I had done to prepare for the day, from fixing his coffee and breakfast, to taking a.