I got clarity about Parvathi aunt now. So I started to observe her daily in the same time and same place. In a week days time I succeeded up to her ey... reply. She too began to make eye contact with me with little smile. On the Friday I was waiting for her in the same place sitting in a chair. Both of them came to the lift.As the lift was older one the grills were jammed. Suddenly the old lady asked me for my help to open them. Parvathi aunt was trying to pull them hard. I just reached beside. I had to see it all, to observe her magnificence. It seemed bad enough that she could have such a slim waist, but then having to gaze on her large, full breasts as she struggled to contain each fleshy orb in her open cupped palms - that was delicious agony.Perhaps that was her intent - to display her majesty as the swell of each imperious bosom overflowed and cascaded over the sides of her little hands, leaving her soft pink areola expanding across her palms as her perky nipples pointed keenly. The woman who handed me the film roll was in the picture. She wassitting in a chair, in such a pose as to make it a throne. The effectwas heightened by her outfit, a form-fitting latex dress, with a slitdown the side exposing one leg. And, what was worse, she was holdingsomething in her hand, a stick with some kind of leather loop at theend, which I realized was a riding crop. Her hair was held up in somekind of bun and, last but not least, she was wearing some kind ofhigh-heeled boot with. Amita was looking ravishing in green color transparent saree. Most of her back was exposed in that blouse she was wearing. I saw her thin waist in between her draped saree. I was aroused.I told her how beautiful she looked and she replied me thanks with a smile. We reached the party, spent time with hosts, clicked pictures, had dinner and left. I brought the car from the parking space to the main gate where my bhabhi was standing. She got into the car and saw herself in the side rear view.