” I said, “I used to prepare food and cook nice dinners and she wouldn’t even turn up, it was depressing and insulting.”“What she was out?�... Carol asked.“No, not usually just sitting on the sofa glued to her phone, scowling or logged onto munternet on her laptop.” The sadness in my voice was impossible to hide.“Munternet, that’s funny but cruel.” “She became horrible, just sour, angry and resentful.” I continued.Carol came around to my side of the counter put her arms around me and hugged me. Of course I said yes, you were great. She got dressed and said she had to go because her friend, the one I banged a couple years back while in HS, was her ride. Off she went. So I got dressed.As the buddies started to emerge from their own escapades, we all sat on the couch and the Q&A session started. So after a couple of stories the focus shifted to me. Of course I was proud and wanted to share my pounding of the 2 hole to impress my buddies. Young and dumb. As I’m finishing up my story, and. I would peek at her tits and she never seemed in a hurry to cover her low cut blouse clad breasts with her sari.She also wore her sari very low on her hips so that her flat tummy, her belly button and the top of her buttocks were displayed for me to see. It seemed that some of her pubic hair was also peeking from top of her sari. Many times I had seen her in partial states of undress. One day I realized that Bhabhi had become the lady in my dreams and I started having these urges to see more of. What they had was girls or teenage girls and I just knew we were going to get in trouble. Now I had money, my family had money I should say. I had a large trust I had never really touched. When the madam or house mother as I thought of her stopped she smiled and we talked.I guess I was horny and not thinking clearly and before I knew it we had reached an agreement. What I did not realize was I had made a deal to pay for a new girl and thought it was just for the night. It turns out I had bought.