I’m sure I blushed. I looked down, taking a moment to collect my composure. As I looked up, the black haired beauty was staring at me, grinning. Sh... then spun around, basket in hand, and disappeared around a corner. I continued shopping, distracted by thoughts of this angelic vision. I selected apricot jelly, wishing I could smear it all over her belly, and the joy I’d have licking her clean. That led to considering licking down her tummy, and that called for liquid honey- to pour , of course,. DInner ke baad hum 6-7 log upar chale gye. Baatein suru hu. Uma mere pas bethi thi to mene ek hath uski kamar pe rakha and usse pakad ke beth gya. Wo bhi mujhe respect karti thi to mera support leke beth gai. Wo mere right side me thoda sa aage hoke bethi thi. To, naturally, mera right hand uske kamar ko pakde tha. Baatein chal rhi thi. Mere piche koi nai tha. Sab round me bethe the. Sab ko dikh rha tha mene Uma ko pakad ke rakha h. But hum log bahut frank the to itna chalta tha.Dhire dhire. We have them in like thirty different flavors. You can rub them on your partner’s cocks or pussies and it tastes so good.” “Denise you should get restraints, blindfolds and a whip. We all know you and the minister have a very edgy sex life. We know you pretend to be prim and proper, but we all know you’re a whore in the bedroom.” “Sandy! I told you that in confidence, girl!” “We all know you really are a slut. We know you love to give our minister blow jobs and tie him up and have your way.. Sreeja aunty was like a regular aunty, a bit chubby, with a large ass and perfectly-shaped large boobs, wheatish in color as any typical Indian aunty.Coming back to the story – she was wearing a brown saree as she was coming back from a wedding. I had the habit of checking out the side-navel and boobs of aunties wearing saree and oh boy, it was beautiful!My neighbour aunty’s boobs were tight along the blouse and one could easily figure out the size of her boobs. And her wheatish navel showing.