Our house has the same type of layout with the exception of a few differences. Its quite nice because it is usually hot in Bombay so most of the work ...an be done outside in the open area.Auntie Shalini and I chose to sit in the open area out in the sun, since it was a nice Ashu day. We sat across from each other on these Indian style stools that were made out of strong, multicoloured wicker that were inches off of the ground. They made work like kneeing dough and scrubbing clothes a lot easier. It could be any of them, or none of them.I managed to forget the package until lunchtime two days later. When I remembered I rushed home to open it up again. I was sure that I forgot the time. No, it was 6:00 PM, just as I remembered.I looked over the very ordinary clothes again. The whole thing was very puzzling. The shirt was a dark blue, the t-shirt bright red, the panties and bra plain white. It was all made of light cotton. Curiosity killed me and if I didn't take this opportunity I'd. So far, she had pretty much left me alone because everyone knew who my mom was. Today was different."Go fuck yourself, " I told her."What, you don't want to talk about your Mom?" No." Because I heard a really interesting rumor..."That got my attention. Suddenly, I was much less interested in mashing the hamburger patty on my plate. I tried not to show too much of a reaction, but I was sure she could see me swallowing back my nerves."What rumor was that? Who'd you hear it from?" Well... seems I. He was amazed to see Joe and could not imagine, what the fuck and why Ken decided to walk away from her. She looked a Dane for a bitch in her bikini. She was gorgeous, her tits were outstanding; no pun intended. She must be around 35 but though in the bra, there was no droop showing at all. Her hips were marvelous and ass fabulous too and fucking God! When she turned her face towards Bill; he could see the lower portion of her bikini hardly covering her dark bush, though it was trimmed.Before.