Today was Avaniavattam, for Tamil brahmins, that’s a festival where we change our punal every year. I had to quickly brush, shower and leave the hou...e to get to the temple with my granddad so the pujari can conduct the ritual.As we were the only two men at the time, it was best to go by motorcycle. I finished my shower and popped on my shorts and put my Vashti (Lungi/dhoti) in a bag and said to my granddad, “I will be down by the bike” nothing fancy just my granddads TVS Centre.As I walked. “Mumtaz, are you so tired with work that you sleepwalk?” Alex mocked her.“No, nothing,” She was searching for words. Alex invited her over to the dinner table. Mumtaz placed a step, and she felt her panty vibrating waster. The revving sound was barely audible, but the effect was seen on her face.“Mode 2 now,” Mumtaz’s phone clinked.The table was just a few steps away from where she stood. But it was very tiresome for her. Mumtaz arched backward a bit and clenched her fists. She moved her hand. He invited me back to his place, after a bit of gentle persuasion I agreed, as we were leaving Roy went over and spoke briefly to Tony.As we got inside Roy’s front door he held me up against a wall and kissed me very passionately and moved his mouth over my check and neck kissing them, I thought I was going to end up sleeping with him the flattery was taking over, he led me to the lounge poured me a drink and started kissing me again and rubbing his hands over my chest I could feel my nipples. I whisper into your ear what you want to hear. I love to unbuckle your jeans and sense the urgency of your desire. I assist you removing your top and thrill seeing you in just your black and red bra with a thong to match. You lean to me and I can feel the electric in your being as you press your body to mine and kiss me again, this time with more passion and movement and the feel of your tongue inside my mouth. The feeling is ecstatic and leads me on to what the French kiss suggests. I kneel.