Now she is married. Once I got vacation from college. So I decided to visit my aunt’s house. When I reached there they welcomed me with much joy and...started to give more care for me. My grandmother took all my dirty clothes and washed. My aunt started to prepare non-veg dishes and also some special homemade snacks. We all ate well and at night we talked about many family memoirs for more than two hours and left for sleeping.Before going my cousin suggest visiting water theme park as the next. I watched nervously, and excitedly, as he casually d****d my shirt over the rim of the trash can before walking back to the car. I stared at the shirt, as he got in the car and began to pull away. It looked in some way so revealing as to what I was up too, and yet at the same time so freeing. My analyzing of the shirt and my feelings about it were interrupted when Jerome reached over and guide my head back into his lap.Again I began to dutifully take his wondrous slab of meat into my salivating. It was decided that getting back together would not be on the sly. Rather, it would be comfortable public dating and an open public relationship.Well, they did start back on a Saturday night, in southern Indiana, with dining out, where all the locals could see them. The married lady, wearing a very short, black mini and black heels, went out and about with her first fucker.Most locals would remember the two from their relationship years earlier. Many would know of a time when these two had. Even on holi I not visited their place this make me more faithful in eyes of Rajesh. I observe change in his behaviour now , When my wife is at my native or her native he ask me to take food in his place. One day I visited Rajesh’s house, Poonam bhabhi knows I am going to visit their home. She was just folding her garments which was lying on a Diwan. She welcomed me and ask me to sit on sofa. I saw her Bra n panty too in heap of cloths. Usually ladies hide their undergarments but I am perplexed.