This was different. Pushpa was really struggling now and the way my nephew was acting, i didn’t know what he would do.I started to get up when ravi ...ulled his hand off pushpa’s breast and stuck it up her saree. A moment later, pushpa froze and just gave a deep-throated “ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh”.I just watched open-mouthed at the change that come over her. One minute was she had been struggling in protest, now she was grabbing ravi’s face and locking her lips with his in the deepest french. I lived with my brothers on a bit of acreage close enough to my grandmother's farm to say I lived on a farm, so I usually sported a nice tan, at least from the waist up. When I was not swimming an event, or dreaming about what was hiding in those Speedos, I help the coach with the split sheets. I had a thing for numbers and usually had the sheets done before the team was out of the locker room. One of the other swimmers, Jason, suggested I help the football coach as well. It usually took him. Everything seemed so normal even when Tim came round for a cuppa I was on edge the whole time he was there but as the day wore on I felt worse and worse the guilt building up I could not hold back I started crying Mark hugged me asked what was wrong I could not lie to him so I confessed that Tim had fucked me, I was a bit surprised by his reaction he did not shout at me or throw things about he just said it was ok and not to get upset about it just one of them things that happen with too much. You tell me I can talk to you and sit on the toilet. You shed your clothes and I run my hand across your ass, you playfully smack it away. We talk about trivial stuff as you shower and wash your hair. I read the back of the wet wipe box left on the counter. You ask for your towel and I hand it over, making sure I move the curtain enough to gaze on your naked form. Your beauty leaves me without words as you towel off the beads of water running across your soft curves. You ask if I like what I.