Those who haven’t read the previous story of his ammi can read it in my stories list. So coming to this one in Altaf’s own words.So after I saw my...homely ammi fucking with our neighbor uncle Afzal, my perspective towards her changed a bit. I suddenly started avoiding speaking to her much and didn’t make eye contact. Ammi might have noticed my behavior change but couldn’t understand why. Anyways I continued with my routine, but that incident kept haunting my mind. My masturbation sessions. Judging by the slightly squidgy right breast that Kathie was pressing against my left arm, Kathie was not wearing a bra under her rather fetching mohair sweater. Not only that, as my conscious mind was registering that, my unconscious self had redirected rather more blood than was good for the situation somewhere else. Kathie moved slightly and I saw her eyes register my stiffening erection. I braced myself for the next explosion of female ire. It didn’t come. Instead Kathie repositioned. Ab maine use khara hone ko kaha aur uske saari ko khich kar uske jism se alag kar diya, ab uske sarir par ek ganda sa blouse aur peticoat tha, maine uske blouse aur peticoat ko bhi khol diya wo bilkul nangi mere samne khari thi maine use apne aankh ko kholne ko kaha aur usse apne kapre khulwaye, mera lund tight ho gaya tha , maine use apne munh me lene ko kaha, par wo taiya nahi huyi par maine jaise hi use ek50rs note diya wo mere lund ko lollypop ki tarah chusne lagi aur mai uske baalo ko. "So, Connor," said Sensir in a surprisingly soft voice, "how are you?" Connor turned to answer and immediately turned right back when he realized his companion was completely naked, though the artist in him did take note that Sensir had a long, lean body and was not aesthetically displeasing. "I'm fine," Connor lied, picking up a dagger with a crystal blade and turning it over in his palms. "You're lying." The response came immediately and Connor found himself narrowing.