So let me take you to where the story begins with a little introduction.My name is Aravind, I am the only kid to my parents Premila and Manoj (names c...anged). My father works in Dubai and visits us once a year. Until 10th, I was a great student.After 12th, I took engineering and as expected, I was good in maths and chemistry. But physics was a problem for me. The problem grew in such a way that most of the faculty members suggested my mother to assign a physics tutor for me in order to overcome. Anyway, a few weeks went by and Jay said that she was going to invite Vicki over for tea after work and give me a chance to meet her and say hi. I found her to be an attractive woman in her early forties, very pleasant, easy going and chatty. She has since become a frequent visitor, sometimes just popping in with Jay for a coffee or chat just after work. One day in particular however, I had just finished doing some clearing up in the garden and needed to take a shower and clean up. Whilst I was. Her resemblance to Caroline in her younger days was so apparent in this photograph. The fiery red hair, the light freckles, the lithe body, the only difference being that Charlie’s breasts were petite whereas Caroline’s had been and still were very much fuller. He could even see her nipples poking through the material of the light coloured bikini. He felt his cock throbbing and looked down to see that, without noticing, he had gripped his shaft and had been slowly but surely moving his hand up. The city was new for both of us and so nobody knew us here. We shared a lot in the meantime. All the people we dated, what was going on, our experiences etc.Once we settled in our rooms she took off her jacket (DEC is cold in Bangalore), and I was surprised to see her. She had put on weight in the right places. Seeing her after months was a treat to the eyes. the tight jeans and skin fit T-shirt had sprung my cock back to life. But this time we both wanted to do it with full time, the last time.