”“Come on,” she texted back. I nervously approached apartment 1203. I tapped on the door and it opened. “Come in,” she beckoned from behind ...he door, as she peered around it at me. Kelly was wrapped in a large towel, with her hair still damp from a shower, a smile emanating from her face. I stepped into the well decorated flat and Kelly closed the door behind me. She tip-toed and planted a light kiss on my cheek. “I’ll be ready in a few,” she said, as she stepped into her spacious living room.. My aunt name is Phajabi. She has a breast of 34-35b( I don’t know how to say). She is the sexiest woman in our neighbor. Everyone wants her to seduce and make couple even me.Let me start to narrate Her husband was going outside working in a company. He had not been at home. Though she is more than 30 years she is like a girl of 18 years. She smiles like a call girl. I was dreaming when I could get a chance to fuck her. Actually, we are living together in same house. I stayed there for my study.. .....immersed in girlie thoughts and girlie emotions.But all the while, there is this fear in the background - a fear of being caught in her stockings and underwear. So whilst you indulge yourself in girlie ecstasy and effeminacy, there is this common discomforting interface with the real world as you repeatedly peek through the blinds, or from behind the curtains lest she arrive home earlier than expected. The guilt builds up and conflates with an intense shame.“Boys and men don’t dress up in. Then, with what she knew was a tinny, almost inaudible buzz, though she was too far away to hear it, it darted forward and was lost from sight.With a touch to her forearm controls, she had one lens of her goggles go to a 60/40 split view with the take from the drone occupying the smaller portion. She watched as it entered the cave and, just around the first bend, it saw a carefully concealed interior wall that kept the heat in and scavengers out.The interior wall was crudely built, as would be.