Hope you like it and your feedback and comments are always welcomed. Mail me at To ab siidha story par aata hoo. I live in a well known society in nor...h-west delhi and mere flat ke samne vale flat mein hi ek aunty rehti hai jinka naam hai anu (name changed due to privacy).She is fair and unka size approx. Hoga 40-36-34, vo dikhne mein kafi hot thhi and unki aawaz bhtt sexy thhi.. Unka ek beta hai jo bahr job karta hai and uncle delhi mein hi job karte hai. Aunty aksar ghar par akeli hi rehti. Now. She had it once upon a time, when she was just into her teens, long before she had met you, a time when she thought her father was her soul mate. Her one true love, I believe was the phrase she used, and she told me you know all about her and her father. That nothing happened, that he died of a heart-attack at their table during dinner and that she blamed her own mother for a long time afterwards."I knew all that, and a bit more. If he had not died, she might never even have become my. Over years i was slowly being drawn by mum and older sisters under wear, the sexiness of the material and the design was very intoxicating to me. i started wearing my mum knickers and matching bras with her stockings would harden my cock for me to wank off. at first i had feelings of guilt rush over me, i'd strip say never again but we all thats not true. my obsession grow to me wearing knickers and bras through the day, if i was alone in the house i'd strip off all my maleness and basically be. So, we got introduced and after midnight my roommate and his girlfriend went into the room and locked the door. So, I and Ritika started chatting.Now, although I was mesmerized by her beauty yet I didn’t think I had any chance with her but fate had other plans for me. We started talking about each other’s life and after some time when she started getting comfortable with me she told me about her recent breakup and how that was so painful for her. She was actually crying and I started consoling.