I was my mama’s baby and never did mischievous things, like usually kids do, to anger my mom or guilt my mind. But now, just by thinking this I was ...xperiencing the feeling of guilt the first time in my life. And the experience was not a pleasurable one. That night was also the first time in my life I had a completely sleepless night.Things moved on, days rolled by and I never brought up the topic again. I didn’t have to teach Smriti maths and mostly spent time chatting with her. Mami never. As you tilted your head to the side our eyes locked together and without saying a word, I could see from the glint in your eye where this was heading. My lips pressed against yours and we kissed. Your full lips pressed against mine and as my mouth covered yours, you felt my right hand cover your left breast and gently caress it through the material. You turn around to face me and our kiss lingers, tongues exploring each other, eyes locked together. Suddenly you pull your head away from mine.. I'm covered in goosebumps, my body shivers. She brings her hands back to my shoulders and cups them for a second.Her hands slide the straps off my shoulders, down my arms, over my hands, right down to my fingertips. I watch in the huge mirror, my dress dropping to the floor in slow motion. Force of habit makes me step out of it and kick it to one side.Our eyes meet. Lana's hands rest on my hips, I can feel her warm breath on my neck. I feel Lana's left hand go back to my shoulder, she cups it. I just didn’t want to get into a big fight over something this trivial.When i got to devi’s house, she was there to greet me. Devi might have been 45 but she had kept her body pretty fit from what i could see. She had a cute face with upturned nose. Her breasts looked firm from the casual cotton shirt she was wearing on her petticoat. I went inside and she showed me what needed to be done. I got the furniture rearranged in about a half hour’s time.When i finished devi brought me a cold drink.“i.