The queen of the story is Lakshmi, my aunt. She lives near our home and kinda reserved at the age of 40. She just does her works and doesn’t involve...with people a lot. She works in a school and she is very appealing in a tight blouse and well-wrapped saree. Normally she just exposes her waistline and nothing much. At home, she used to wear a nightie and you cannot get to see her assets. I don’t know why! Maybe because of these reasons I really wanted to see her navel, her breasts, and. “That’s fine, it doesn’t matter anyway,” Lindsay said with a look of self-assurance on her face. I knew she wanted to gloat about her evil mastermind plot, so I asked her what she meant. “I gave Dad a cock and bull story about wanting to turn over a new leaf and have a new start in this sweltering shithole,” Lindsay obviously didn’t intend to do that. “I told him that with Charity being unable to tell us what to do around the house that when he is at work, it makes sense for someone to be in. Agreeing he gives her the room number and hotel where she is staying at. After getting the information she feels quite aroused, noticing she is feeling wetness between her thighs, and that she is feeling quite flushed. Taking a moment to compose herself she walks back into the room and on break she calls her husband to tell him she is going to be late. Leaving working she notices she feels nervous, horny, and a bit worried as she has never done this. Getting to the hotel she knocks at the. I take a swig from a half empty bottle of water and start my car to go for a quick drive, to enjoy what's left of the beautiful autumn night. When I return I see you sitting outside on your porch with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. You almost seemed posed, as if you were waiting for my return. I wave at you and walk over as if we are old friends. You offer me a sip of beer, and then I ask why you're smoking that shit when you were clearly enjoying a roasted blunt earlier. You.