The best way of telling her abt my intentions was to expose myself before her… But i had to do it in a sober way…So that if she doesnt get horny n...complains to someone at home than i shuld hv a bloody reasonin out of the situation… N then.. Eureka!!!!As usual i came in the kitchen where she was washing the bartans… I knew that she was always a little careless with water n would always spill it all around.. That day was no different … I purposely went there n acted slipping .. I fell down n. Ple….PLEASE NO…NO more more more more. EFFFFH OOFFFF AMAA”. That was it guys she squirted in my face that’s how powerful her jet of stream was not to mention the level of accuracy. After witnessing this my dick inflated like a helium balloon.KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “open the door I forgot my ID card. “OHH shit its chittappa at the main door, quick chitti put on your clothes”. By this time my grandma, a wonderful woman bless her soul came out of her room half asleep and started to yell at my chitti. I wonder whether you bought it for yourself as part of your normal fashionable attire. Or perhaps, your husband is laying claim to you in a more overt way. Does that fine piece of jewelry around your neck signify something deeper, darker and more possessive? I must admit that it turns me on though I obviously can’t express that thought. I let myself imagine the cut of your panties. Silk of course. Soft and gentle caressing your skin. Sometimes I imagine the fabric caressing your magnificent. Jim also took me aside and told me about the legend of Mrs. Anna Daniel's. Mrs. Daniel was married to our local high school principal and they had one daughter who had gone off to college the year before. Jim told me that when he collected for the paper, if Mr. Daniel's wasn't home Mrs. Daniel's would sometimes answer the door wearing only a negligee and you had a shot of getting a glimpse of her breasts and sometimes even see the dark patch between her legs. I wasn't sure if Jim was teasing me.