Deepa aunty is a very pretty lady and very gentle in looks. She always wears a saree. 5’4” height and a round face but not a fatty body. Her boobs...are rich and a very thin abdomen. She is very nice in behaviour and wheatish in colour I didn’t feel anything wrong with uncle and aunty but their sister not looks so. She is sexy and exposed. She is 5’2” and having a risen boobs and a very good shaped buttocks. They have one small textile shop. Uncle goes to shop at 8 Am. After completing works. We had 10 years of faithful marriage, great sex, and no k**s. Blah blah blah all of a sudden I'm single again, having been out of the game for a good long time now.So I went to meet some friends for dinner but I got there early, so I went to the downstairs bar and had a beer to wait for them. Somehow the depression has lifted and I'm in a good mood for a change, and I start chatting up the bartender. She was medium build, with great curves, pale skin, and nice round breasts that were pushed up. "What should I do next, Sweetie?" He looked at her, and realized she WASN'T playing games with him. "May I see what you look like without your clothes?" Essie told him, "Your wish is my command. I was hoping you would want to see me as much as I want to see you." She stood straight and tall, and first peeled the T-shirt off, revealing her magnificent breasts, then slowly unbuttoning her shorts, and letting them fall, after pulling them past her hips, to the ground. She held her arms slightly. It made me feel really scared and weak, but I would lie if I said it didn't turn me on too at the same time. I knew everything it had said was right. My chin had always been right after all. Just as that time it told me that my cousin Billy was a sleeper agent for the Russian government and that I should push him down the stairs... I sometimes miss little Billy but his memory is just a testament of my chin's love for me. Well anyway... I agreed to my chin's demands to get rid of my beard once.