I couldn’t stop myself.I moaned. My hand slapped against my thighs, sounding like the clapping of ass cheeks against my thighs. My cum landed on the...ground. It splattered the cellar door frame.The silence was deafening.The man and woman stared at me, equally bewildered.I chuckled, nervous. I stood slowly, tucking my cock away. I wiped my hands on my jeans.“What the fuck?” the man demanded. He moved suddenly, trying to cover himself in a robe before he came after me.I took off sprinting for my. “athu….njan sraddichilla…. Sshe.. Nee ithu aarodum parayaruthu….keto..”. ” Umm, nokkatte…”. “Daa, please….. Aarodum parayaruthu…. Enikku valiya nanakkedakum….” “Sari..sari.., njanayittu auntikku nanakkedonnum undakkunnilla…pore..” “Ok..athumathi…” We took the lunch. It started raining in the afternoon.My grandmother called from her sister’s home that she was coming on the next day only. I again felt happy that I will get aunty alone till that evening and on next day morning. It was heavy rain. She's sobeautiful." She is indeed," replied the woman. "It appears you were made for eachother."Caroline placed Emily in her cot and went to the kitchen."Would you like a cup of tea?" she asked."Yes please. One sugar, not too milky."The woman looked at Emily while she waited."It appears you've done a wonderful job," she whispered. "You now have amommy who loves you."Emily just smiled back.Caroline never heard any of it, and returned a few minutes later with twocups of tea."Thank you," said the. I started vacantly ahead, then i realised that the rickshaw wala was staring at me, when i looked at him, he smiled and put out his hand and started feeling my breasts. I was not prepared for this, not prepared to have someone so openly grope at my breasts, that too someone who was a common rickshaw wala, but somehow i could not stop him, shell shocked i let him do what he wanted.He had pulled down the side covers of his auto so that nobody could see what was happening inside and he continued.