I take a quick look around to make sure no one sees me. The street is typically quite for a Saturday morning. I run my hand underneath the gas box and...find the spare key stupidly cellotaped to the underside as I have seen them do more than a few times. Amateurs. I take a quick look around again before inserting the key and unlocking the door. I'm in.On the other side of the door I stand quietly for a moment. I know Claire's house almost as well as my own from the countless hours of watching her. Then she grabs the hem of her tank top and eases it over her stomach, revealing the undercurve of her tiny breasts and her puffy pink nipples before it falls to the floor.My fingers are already at work on the buttons of my shirt. Her eyes followed my every move. Naked to the waist, we face each other and reach for the snaps on our jeans. The stillness in her room is fractured by the sound of two zippers unclasping in tandem. She has to wiggle her hips before her cutoffs slide to floor. My jeans. I kissed her back, our tongues intertwined and I placed my hand on her breast, feeling her prominent nipple through the warm material of her bra. “Undo my bra and take it off for me Angus”I stood between her legs and reached around to unhook her bra and then eased the shoulder straps up her arms to help it off. Her left hand dropped to my bottom and her fingers traced the ridged weals across my cheeks where the cane had bitten. Her right hand continued to caress my balls and I reached down. Champak: eeeeee jethiyaaaaa kaha mar gaya tu subah se phone kar rahe hai. Bas ab policee mein complain karne hi jaa rahe the. Hai kaha tuuuuuuuuJ: bapuji shant ho jaiye. Mein ek urgent meeting ke silsile mein pune Aagaya subah hi. Aur meeting jaldi chalu ho gai isliye baat nahi kar paya aur meeting mein phone bhi silent pe tha.C:ee babuchak bolke nahi ja sakta.J:sorry babpuji mein kal shaam tak aa jaunga. Abhi mein rakhta hu.Aisa bolke jetha phone kaat deta hai aur babita ki taraf dekhta hai..