I wear all sorts of dresses, starting from minis to sarees.My husband is tall and handsome and my in-laws are wealthy. They also have a family busines... which my father-in-law and my husband look after.We have got a servant Kishan kaka who is around 50 from our native place for helping us with our daily works. He has been with our family for the last 30 years. He is almost like a family member. He looks after cooking and driving. He is short, almost 5.4, not heavily-built, with facial and hairy. I was 24. I was working many hours a day and when I got home all that was left to do was sleep and wait for the next day and the day after and so on... My sex life at that time was pretty dull. I had little time to pick up girls and that was on weekends. Most for one night. At week days I was so tired I didn't even feel like masturbating even tho most girls didn't satisfy my hunger and there were times I has really horny. One day I woke up just as usual I got on my motorcycle and headed for the. We looked at each other in the eyes. I smiled, and she looked down out of shyness. I kissed her forehead and bit lightly on her cheeks."I have not brushed my teeth yet." She sounded embarrassed.Again I responded silently, by sliding my tongue inside her mouth and swallowing her tongue.Now she was fully charged up, and her hands pulled my head towards her. I slightly uncovered the front portion of her sari covering her healthy breasts. My hands made their way to her shaggy waist and sweet tits. I just hoped Mom felt the same way.Mom was the next to enter the room, still in her robe. She displayed asimilar expression of surprise, but I saw the tell-tale signs that shewas proud of me. I quickly walked over to where she was standing and gaveher a hug. "Happy Birthday," I told her.She squeezed me back before speaking. "You made all of this?" she askedwhile gesturing toward the pancakes, bacon, eggs, and toast. I laughedbut nodded my head. Breakfast was a fairly easy meal to cook. I.