I sat there in my bra, panties, suspenders and stockings, and more photos were taken of me as I drank. “Are you OK about taking off your panties, Su...y?” asked one of the men.“All in good time” I replied. But inside I was desperate to show my furry frontage to these men. “Let’s see how it goes shall we? I need to feel comfortable before I show myself down there” I said. But I knew I was going to. I was understanding a bit more about my sexuality; discovering that this sort of exhibitionism was. Let's see if I can convey the impression she gave. She obviously took care of herself; she looked slim and fit. Curves, just not many. Dark hair, going grey. No make-up. Smooth face, with laughter-lines, straight nose, generous mouth. Wide-set, dark blue, eyes. Fitted, worn, blue jeans and denim jacket over dark blue t-shirt.I put down the helmet I was about to put on, took the key out of the ignition and unzipped my jacket – worn soft, black leather – slipped the small rucksack off my back.. Com Let's me begin with the true incident of my life aunt Reenu husband is working in Dubai he comes once in 6 months to Delhi that too for 10 or 15 days. Reenu lives alone with her 2 k**s and one them studying in Pune and he is pursuing medical from there and other is also busy in his college. Reenu used to spent lot of her time in my house chatting with my mom and sometimes used to ask me for some help like taking to market.I used to happily agree to that and one day Reenu asked that she want. Though she had given birth three times she has maintained her girlish figure. Her body was nicely toned from jogging. She’d often catch me staring at her as she dressed or undressed. Then she’d blush and giggle and ask me why I was looking at her. My response, though pretty standard, always pleased her. ‘Because I can’t help but look at a beautiful woman.’ How we met is immaterial. It was she who first approached me. I was pleasantly surprised being eighteen years her senior and of course very.