Describing her she was quite tall and had a slim and slender body. She had appropriate sized breasts not big and definitely not flat and well curved a...se. She had a slender face and a wheatish complexioned skin tone. She always wore salvaar kameez that fit her well.Apparently she was quite popular in the society as a maid who looks more like a bank employee. Being an avid chatterbox she used to call me hero and I always liked her. She was divorced as her husband was already married but have her. See, I love you, no doubt, but sex is a totally different sensation. Its motive is pure pleasure. Everyone has their kinkiest fantasy buried in their minds which never comes out, unfortunately, especially in India.”I listened to him like a school child. So the next day, he persuaded me to remove that shawl around me and not worry about whatever happened. He won’t feel bad or anything. So there were more eyes on me that day than the previous. I noticed a few young boys and foreigners.They. Mene kha life important he ya status. Unhone kaha isiliye to me tumse bat kar rahi hu. Bas aese hi hamari bat hoti rehtu thi. Muje pata chal chuka tha ki vo apni life ya sex life dono se khush nahi he. Fir ek din me bandra gya hua tha sukrvar ka din tha. Unka msg aaya hangout pe. Mene reply dia.Unhone pucha kya kar rahe ho weekend me. Mene bola abhi to koi planing nahi he. Unhone kaha ek kam kro 2 din ke liye bahar ja raha hu aesa kehdo grpe pr dosto ko. Mene puccha kyu . Unhone bola jesa me. He still played an active role in the kids' lives.On each of those visits, we spent hours talking, even sitting up all night a few times with two bottles of wine reconnecting with each other. Those nights were so intimate. I learned a lot about my sister that I didn't know. More than once, she'd curl up against me and we'd hold each other, more like boyfriend-girlfriend than siblings. Maybe we were each too shy to risk taking the first step to a deeper relationship.Since Missouri, I had shared.