“Hey Man, nice to see you. You are going to be Mammu (maternal uncle) for my child, do you know?” I smiled awkwardly at my jijju when Pooja didi e...tered the room. She wore a very short nickers and a cotton Tshirt which was very thin. The way my sister’s tits were bouncing, I was sure she wore no bra. Oh God, Pooja had become even more sexy since her marriage. Her juicy ass swayed as she came into my room and hugged me in front of her husband. I was feeling awkward when my sister kissed me on. I'd driven by there a hundred times and never given it a second thought. It was only after a long evening of playing the nigh-shift Santa Claus at the local ‘Wally-Mart’ that I decided to give the place a shot. Even then, I'd probably have skipped it all together if I hadn't been too damn lazy to make the U-turn and pull into the snazzy new Denny's right down the street. By the look of Bernie's parking lot at three in the morning, my level of laziness exceeded that of most others in the. But before I could say anything Sneha grabbed my hand and drag me to my parents room.It was clean and well settled, bed was looking so comfy and Sneha didn’t wasted a minute to lock my lips again. We started undressing each other as we were approaching the bed, one by one our clothes were dropped on the floor and I was just in underwear now while I was unclasping the bra of Sneha. I let it fell on the floor and cupped her soft boobs, she sat on the bed and I sat on the floor, her boobs were in. The man that comes to work that is very intriguing to her, he seems to show compassion and care for her. She smiles as he texts her or brings her a turkey sand which and peanut m & m’s because he noticed in conversation that they were her favorite. It’s the little things that melt her heart. She loves the smiles, the smallest things of slipping notes and cards in her car, a mix cd or a sweet good morning text message. While she writes this short novel over the past few days, she has really.