Shweta could never assume my fantasy neither I told her about it. I started thinking of exposing her infront of strangers. As I told you she was very ...onservative and was totally against the revealing clothes. I started motivating her to pick up western dresses. I knew if she starts with a simple transparent dress one day and few admiring eyes on her will motivate her to be bolder. But I decided to go slow. On her next birthday I was abroad and sent her a sleeveless sexy top by courier along. I'd never seen anything like this. Emily, who'd returned to the doorway, started to cry.Mirielle ran from the house and escaped. I ran to Emily and hugged her. "Please forgive me," I muttered into her ear. I shielded her from mother, covering her eyes. She clung to me. For that, at least, I was glad.We retreated upstairs to her room and closed the door, while the storm raged below."What happened?" Look, dear, I did something pretty bad, but please hear my reason before you get angry." You. While she was gone, I thought back to a conversation I overheard with her female roommate. The roommate had commented on the new neighbors. Obviously there was a discussion on there sexual preference. The roommate, in my presence, admitted she had found out the two guys who just moved in were not gay. This took me for a bit of a loop since I had heard nothing of new neighbors. And as a man, thinking like a man my question to myself was “why are you asking each other that question? Are these. His hands then began to lightly massage my neck but he still remained quiet. His right hand moved lower and rubbed from my neck to the small of my back. His other hand reached around and began slowly unbuttoning my blouse. I stood there paralyzed by his touch and felt a warmness envelop my body. When all the buttons were undone his left arm wrapped around my waist and his hand rested on the small of my back. His right hand expertly removed my white blouse.Standing there topless, his right hand.