She didn’t even realize that it had got shorter and it ended just below her thighs. She was very shy to reveal her sexy legs and that looked really ...ood.We went to the party. All my colleagues were also shocked to see my wife in such a sexy attire. Their wives were being jealous too.Then we enjoyed the card game. As my wife was sitting opposite to me with all the ladies, she crossed her legs and kept it at a raised level. Her black panty was clearly visible from the front. Her dress had. Last time I had been in town was when I was sixteen years old, almost ten years before, so the risk of someone recognizing me as the grandson of the Sorensen's was almost nil. At that time I was a young city boy who spent his summer holidays with his grandparents, now I was a man of twenty-six years who appeared to be forty.And considering that my features have changed, in some way disfigured, with much gray in my beard and hair, the scar on my face and the strip of snow-white hair on my head. There was not a lot to say, as I had a porn mag next to me. She asked if that was really what I did each day – wank over the magazine and over her. What could I say, what could I do. There was no denying it, so I told her that this was what I loved to do.She told me to wank in front of her – and if I refused then she would go to the house master. So I got my cock out while she stood there and I started pulling myself off. She smiled, opened her legs slightly and slipped one hand inside her. And her saree was looking just great on her lower body. From the tuck portion, to the flowing of her saree pleats, and all the way to the hem, soo feminine. It was just too much to tolerate. I went near aunty and immediately we both hugged each other. My hands were everywhere on her naked back exposed in her low cut blouse. Aunty was pulling me towards her and her nails were digging in to my back. Aunty broke the hug, took my face in her hands, pulled near her face and said, fuck me Rahul, fuck.