Hecompletely understood."I know this is scary for me too. Take all the time you need," hesaid.The next morning, Marchesa and I went on our morning jog... around thecity. I had hoped maybe the fresh air, the sunlight, and a bit ofexercise would clear my mind as I woke up still dazed and confusedabout my feelings towards a guy.Marchesa and I stopped at a local juice bar on our way back to thecondo. I had been pretty aloof most of the morning and Marchesa musthave noticed."Hey sweetie are you ok?". She as I went so her place with my luggage she was the one who greeted me at the door . she was wearing a saree which hugged her body so tightly , she looked so sexy damn and I hugged her tight in the process feeling her too . Then my uncle and my cousins . I had never thought of her in a sexual that all changed on a that day . my uncle was going out of station for 4 months so he was busy in packing , I was studying in my room when I heard there conversation as my room was beside their room .. I have seen many times her as my fantasy queen who looks like poonam dhillon. She is still gorgeous and hot and more fuckable now with gaining some more weight, a perfect plum, voluptuous and appealing. It was 10 years before, when I was at their place on a vacation, I realized that she is having some kind of flirtious nature as her neighbour used to chat and spend long time with her. My doubt was cleared on the occasion of holi and its next day. On holi, at around 10, a group of people from. ‘There is no one else. I am just tired of your lazy ass not doing anything and expecting me to take care of you.’ Taking a last look around to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything, she grabbed the alarm clock off the night stand and tossed it into the larger suitcase before zipping it closed and pulling it to the floor. Closing the second suitcase she set it on the floor as well. Pushing past him into the hallway, she wheeled the luggage back to the kitchen stopping only long enough pick up.