I look back to her again hearing her dig through thefridge. She was bent over at the waist looking for her yogurt. Her robe pulledup to the bottom cur...e of her ass giving me a great view of her creamy whitethighs. She leaned in closer to the fridge pulling her robe up just far enoughto reveal her juicy pink pussy. Her legs parted slightly leaving a string ofcum clinging between them. My dick got hard instantly as I watched more thickwhite cum drip from her pussy and run down her thighs. Her. She poured more oil which flowed into my ass crack and it felt kind of strange but I kept quiet.Then she massaged my butt gently and asked me how it feels. I said, “It’s good.” Then she massaged my legs. Rajamma asked me to sleep facing upwards so I just turned myself. I was feeling a little shy because my dick was semi-hard because of her touch.Then she massaged my hands and chest. Further, she put oil on my tummy and this made the little cloth that I was wearing on my groin, wet which in turn. Then I understood she has to explore a lot in her life, she was married since 10 years and they don’t know oral sex. Leave all these aunty – do you give me your panty or should I steal? She said okay baba tomorrow I will give it to you. I said okay then I will lick lick and lick. She said chee chee and left. Next day she gave it to me in a plastic cover. I took and sniffed and sniffed and came thrice. And I had returned it to her after sometime, she said over with it? And asked what I did apart. The stairs and hallwaywalls were crammed with pictures and paintings; almost every one with amilitary theme; either Father at some point in his meteoric career orsome glorious disaster in his regiment's rich history."The regiment's everything, Peter." If I'd had a pound for every timehe'd said that to me I wouldn't have had to have to turn eighteen tocome into my own money and do this.There were paintings of Thin Red Lines at Waterloo and Lucknow, khakiclad, red-faced men at Spion Kop, burdened.