The red clay soil, called "red hard pan" was very difficult to scrape and a few times we used a mixture of fertilizer and coal oil to create our own h...me made explosives to blow up stubborn areas we couldn't get loose by just scraping.Finally on the day we called it complete, we had a dam a bit over a hundred feet across at the top, almost sixteen feet at its deepest point and the dammed up water went back close to a tenth of a mile.It was not an impressive lake by anybody's standards, but it. They were perfect in every way, always clean and smooth, nicely trimmed toe nails and beautifully formed (toes and arches). The one thing that killed it for me were her shoes, ugly would be an understatement, big and clunky, even her sandals. It took a while, don’t get me wrong, I had to work at this, but over the course of time I was able to gently poke at her about how her shoes and how they were not attractive… this of course over time lead to a conversation about what my wife wears.. I was very happy thinking that I would get a chance to play with the baby for 25 days as I loved kids.The day I went , we were talking when suddenly the baby started crying and she told me to get up and get the baby from the cradle while she adjusts everything. I went and brought the baby and I saw that my didi had taken her t-shirt off and was trying to open her bra , I was shocked. I handed over the baby in her hand and started going towards the hall. She called me and told me to help her. Both Sarita and Lata were topless but were in still in their sarees which had come down below the waist exposing their navels upwards fully. Sarita got up without removing her mouth from Lata's breasts and so did Lata - both were standing and then Sarita took her mouth off; straightened and embraced Lata bodily with her breasts crushing Lata's breasts, They were almost the same height and that was quite useful now for the breasts on each other and just as I was wondering what was going to.