I sat there drained, barely hearing her talking on the phone. My arousal turned to embarrassment. I pictured how I must look in these shiny tights; wi...h my narrow corseted waist and my pseudo-breasts jiggling. And worst of all; with my still-throbbing cock jutting prominently out in front of me. My face felt warm and flushed. What had I gotten myself into? I was trapped and totally at her mercy; with no way to escape. A different kind of tears began to fill my eyes. Involuntarily, I began to. And my evil mind started working on it as my bhabhi is damn sexy and hot. She must be 35 28 36 which turns me hot every time I see her. After some time I acted as if I was sleeping and my bhabhi’s feet were near to my face. I slowly touched her feet’s and hugged them tightly and behaved as if I am fast asleep and I don’t know anything.She dint reacted so slowly I brought her feet’s towards my lips and started kissing them softly. Then she tried to pull her legs but the way I was holding was not. Then it was my turn, I kissed her whole face softly and started to kiss and nibble her neck, the way she did to me. But I kept going onto her yummy boobs. I kissed and licked her on and around her perfect boobs, I loved kissing, sucking and caressing her firm boobs in my mouth. I finely got to her big nipples, they were so hard and big, it was like sucking on a small round lollipop. The more I sucked on it, the harder it got. It grew to the size of my thumb nail. And so started my lifetime love. Her habits in changing thongs is interesting, too. Aside from that one time I saw her fully naked, she doesn’t seem to take showers regularly in the morning. (I don’t know when she washes.). Instead, she’ll wake up, and go to her dresser to put a thong on, and then walk away from the window, turn her back, remove her shirt, and put on a bra. Sometimes, she’ll sleep in one thong, and then change it in the morning, putting on a fresh thong (again, without washing). Other times, she’ll put on a.