Your bed is comfortable than mine….its very mean of you to get yourself a medicated mattress. You didn’t think of me when you bought that one for ...ourself?Me: uhhh…. (Trying to find an excuse)Nicky: it’s ok!! Don’t stress your tini-wini brain!And she tried to hit me playfully on my shoulder. Just to defend myself I raised my hand to block her hand and hit her on her boob. She giggled…..Her body language had also changed. Sought of inviting.You wanna see some movie – Nicky asked.I don’t mind – I. ” I looked up at him and smiled and leaned against the bookcase, glancing back at the book and flipping the pages slowly as if I were skimming them. I looked straight ahead of me and I could just see under his shirt and the strings to the elastic band that held on his sweat pants were dangling down right in front of my face, so close that they almost reached the book in my hand. I heard him slowly putting books onto the shelf above me.“Is that good?” he asked with a slight quiver in his voice.. So to speak.He arose early as ever and went down to the kitchen to make coffee and prepare some breakfast, not yet dressed of course and looking thoroughly disreputable as his wife often told him in ratty old slippers and a dressing gown that had definitely seen better days. He had better, certainly, but these simply felt right and he'd wear them until they finally fell to pieces."Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?" came the dulcet tones of Millicent, his wife."As ever, dear. The peaceful. I woke up as usual but could not find Pooja aunty by my side. My day used to start by kissing her and sometimes even having sex with her. I went out of my room to search for Pooja aunty. I finally found her sitting on the sofa discussing something with my mother. I went near Pooja aunty and wished her good morning. She immediately stood up. She removed her pony tail and opened her hair. She came close to me and gave me a big kiss. My mom was watching us. My mom said, “You can fuck my son.