Whenever I get change, I use to glare at her without her noticing. I never dare to look in her eyes. Once in a month I talked with them to hand over t...e monthly rent. Her husband switched base to USA for business. He left leaving aunty behind and would take her when business gets established and everything settles down. While going he asked me to take care of her needs and help her when she would be in need. I and aunty became friendly thereafter and started talking freely. We even discuss. It was an impossibility; a canvas that was still being sewn on which he had to paint. Was it any wonder that he gave himself an outline of thick fabulous hair?Then of course there was the other thing. He’d given himself makeup. Not that he could actually do that in this town. But in learning how to draw, he’d studied women’s make-up. The colors were fascinating, it was just another facet of artistry. It was painting on a living canvas. He knew some of the girls in school sometimes complained. I tried to lift them to my mouth as Candy had but found the best I could do was lick a protruding nipple. The more I rubbed the flashlight back and forth along my gash the greater was my desire to jam it into my pee hole. On one pass I gently pushed it in and my teeth chattered to its rhythm. It felt wonderful. The more I played the larger the knot inside me grew until I positively straining at the clenched feeling inside me. Sweat poured off my body as the knot exploded. It felt wonderful but. Dad – “starting se bataoo na kya hua???”Mom – “jaise hi maine door kholi mujh par tood pada,mere shoulders ko kiss karne laga,mujhe pagalon ki tarah chatne laga, maine kaha kya baat hair oz to bada sharmaate ho aaj etne pagal kiyun ho rahe ho”Now i m introducing dilip conversation told by my mom to dad…Dilip – “memsahib aaj etni der hogai,kubse apka intazar kar raha hun yahan ki kub aap aayengi”Mom – “kiyun raha nahi jaa raha tha kya apni memsahib ke bina”Dilip – “kya karun aap etni garam jo.