She followed me inside the bathroom. This day, I prepared the hot water for her and she sat down on the stool. Then I went behind her and took off my ...lothes too. She saw me doing so and asked me why I was removing my clothes. I told her that all my clothes are getting wet daily.She was satisfied with this answer. Now I was just standing in my boxers. I took the shampoo and started washing her hair and then her back. Then as the previous day, I moved my hand to wash her stomach. Seeing her. Suddenly I saw her. Her one hand was on her boobs and the other on the cunt. She obviously was enjoying the view. Laxmi was aroused and took my hand in her hand. She slowly placed it on one of her gigantic boob and said to me “thora dabaao naa…” which meant that she wanted me to fondle it. I started fondling and pressing her breasts. She was not wearing a bra and her breasts sagged a little.I asked her if she would like me to go all the way “chudwaaogi?” She said that she would but she needed. Determined to continue I discarded my shorts. I laughed at the mere thought of someone seeing me with my shrivelled dick poking out from under my T shirt. What the hell. Off came the T shit. So in just my trainers I completed my run. This was the start of my fetish. At the end of my first naked run my dick was bouncing hard enjoying the freedom and the excitement. Knowing I was well hidden form public gaze I started to rub one out but the chafing from earlier soon cooled my ardour. I was on a. And it was my family who really supported them in hard times.In those days I was in IIT, Mumbai living my dreams, late night parties, pubs, girlfriends, drugs, and every sort of fun that I dreamt of. And Varsha and her family was very close with my family but NOT with me. I was uncomfortable in the locality to chat with people, some of them were very old for me, others were just kids and teens rightly remained in their own world. I was completely frustrated and sad not knowing how to handle the.