Funnily enough, it never worked.’ I smiled, his words brought back a memory of the same little boy sitting on my bed with a bowl of cereal in his la... and a fork in his hand, explaining matter-of-factly how to eat the cereal with a fork. ‘Good times,’ I murmured, looking up and meeting his eyes for a second. He smiled at me, slightly tentatively I thought, before stuffing his toast in his mouth and chewing it whole. ‘Now, that’s elegant,’ I commented ironically, shaking my head under the look. He was sixteen and Caucasian. I would go over to his house often and we would stay in his bedroom with the door shut and locked for hours with no one bothering us. Within a few minutes of shutting the door, he had my clothes off immediately. He liked it when I lay on the carpeted floor of his room naked with my legs spread. I was a B cup by then, my tits were nice and perky and I had puffy pink nipples. At 5’3” I was petite and slim at 110 pounds. I kept my black hair long down my back. The rest of everything would be completely open! Being from a conservative Sindhi family, I had never worn, nor had I even considered wearing such clothes at all (if you call this bikini, clothes).It was one thing to wear shorts or crop tops in front of my male students and exposing a bit here and there. But wearing a bikini would mean the entire of my back, stomach, legs, arms would be fully exposed with no chance to even hide or cover it!On top of that, this minimal, skimpy bikini was so very. Bhabhi thode gusse mey dekh rahi thi aur mai pray kiye jaa raha tha ki woh kisiko na kahe. Thode din baad mai apne terrace mey ghum raha tha woh waha bhabhi apne ghar ke terrace pet hi toh unhone meko dekha maine bhabhi se sorry kaha, bhabhi thodi der tak mere se baat nahi ki. Phir bhabhi ney meko maaf kar diya and kaha kisi se mat kehna. Aur bhabhi ney meko apna whatsapp number diya. Maine bhabhi ko hi message kiya.Prince: Hi bhabhi, Prince here.Pihu: Hi Prince, Kaise ho, Kya kar rahe.