This incident happened when I was in 1 PU vacation, my mom used to be busy with her work, most of the time I was alone at home. When going to work she...used to wear churidar. Deep neck, tight fitting sleeveless​. Everyone in the locality used to speak about her dressing. She was exposing very much. Once her husband’s mom got very sick and her husband took her to Bangalore for some treatment, she used to stay alone with her only son. One Sunday what happened is her son was not well he had a fever. We both almost fainted remembering how we were flashing our bare tits to that guy who was sitting in his Limo enjoying the free show he got from a pair of super crazy checks; he seemed to know exactly how embarrassed we both were.He said “I am really sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you girls, I was trying to let you know I was there, but I did not get the chance, besides I started enjoying the show and could not stop it myself, please forgive me, My Name is Bill by the way, why don’t you come. Mymakeup was subdued yet striking, my auburn hair done in a French twistwith a white pearl comb to hold it in place. The bright red lipstick,then perfume. I was ready, and went in the kitchen to make coffee whileI waited for them to get there. The doorbell rang, I opened the door,and saw Megan standing there. She checked the house number, looked atme, ready to say something when I asked her to come in. Dad walked in amoment later. His eyes looked at me as he stayed silent. "Hello dad,Megan, I'm. I'd better not have any alcohol, I think I had my year's share yesterday, and we're going to make arrangements for the comp on Wednesday." I actually meant juice or cola. Want some?" Oh," she said, going pink. The cute dapple of freckles across her babyface seemed to darken as her blush spread. "I'm okay, thanks. I have some bottled water in my pack." Right. I'll just go and get my sister then." I left her sat there, and started to climb the stairs. "Stacy!"As I reached the top step, the brat.