She was surprised and then tried to get up and I pushed her on the couch and said “Let me see, if your breast buds are well developed or not.” She...lay still. I squeezed both the breasts for not less than ten times and I noticed her nipples had grown and then I tickled her nipples and she blushed and her face looked red. I said, “It seems you are not touched by anybody.”She was silent. I asked her to follow me to the chairs and while looking at her prescription, I invited her to come to my home. The guns weren't the only things Pops had taught Alex how to use, either. Hand to hand or with almost anything your could hold in your hand, both of 'em were almost as deadly as with the guns.Alex, being younger, worried about how long it took to get one of the semi-automatic sidearms that Pops favored into play. All those interlocks and safeties, to his mind, made them about a half-second too slow. That was why he had picked up those western style holsters and filled them with single action. I showered, threw on some loose drawstring shorts and headed for the living room. This time, I peeked into the den but still couldn't see or hear what she was doing, and lingered a little too long. Mistress Z caught me out of the corner of her eye, sternly scolding, "Houseboy, I said to wait in the living room, I'll be out in a few minutes." Yes, Mistress Z," I replied with a dejected pout.I flopped in my recliner wondering what she's up to as I grabbed the remote and started mindlessly. When we finished playing with our lips I started pulling off her sari. As I pulled her sari she rotated as if on an axis. 5 rounds and gone was her sari. She was left with a skimpy blouse and a matching net panty. Something came to my mind and I excused myself for a moment and appeared again with an icebox in the room. I saw Aunty playing with her boobs and moaning. She reacted like a whore when I entered the room. She licked her boobs and gave me an invitation sight; her eyes were like begging.