I was playing with her butts with my hands and kissing her lips.She was also moving her hand on my back and other on my neck and hair. I was in heaven...and never wanted to come out of that position. I slowly started lifting her saree up from back side. I pulled it up to her butts and inserted my hand inside her saree. I started moving my hand on her butts over her panty. Ahhhh here butts were so hot I got more tempted.. I was feeling roundness of her butts…it was thick..hard and big….I started. And asked ..how r u sandy……has u got enough sleep……she was continuously smiling to me. I said ya o.k. and I started to be ready for college…whole day I was thinking about my bhabhi and her marvelous boobs……..in evening I came to home……..bhabhi weared a very beautiful gown which wads very transferring.I was surprised….she smiled to me. And say hi…….. And she spent one hour with me….asked abt my college my best friends in that one hour .we became like best friends. At the same time. Her kid woke. The busy itinerary allowed me to bury the matter and justify my feelings toward him as mere gratitude. Since my responsibilities included visiting the factories and obtaining lists and specifications of the products that we would sell, much work fell upon me, and I, sometimes, stayed late in the evening, with very little or no employees with whom share the task of updating the project data base. But the only one who always stayed around would be this ‘ugly guy.’ At the beginning, George only. One day we were going on a long drive in her car on the ECR road, which is a very famous road for the night riders in Chennai.While driving she played some raja sir songs, after hearing those songs I was crying by thinking about ma ex. And she stopped the car came near to me to consoled me. I was lay on her shoulder she hugged me and said like, “Don’t cry da, ava pona poitu pora, ava lam unaku worth ae illa da, unaku naan iruken da, unnai naan thaniya vittu poha maten da chellam”. (Don’t cry.