I have seen him taunt that young flesh one to many times.I’m standing still, waiting. He moves, slowly, as if afraid to startle me, brings his hand...to my face and bends over. His lips are soft and sweet. Tender, innocent. His eyes open, frighten, unsure. I can feel butterflies in his stomach as if they are my own.Breaking the kiss I ask: ?Where is everybody???At work.??Where’s your mother???She is visiting with her sister.?I let go of him and start moving away.?No! Please. Wait. She won’t be. I went continuously to her home and came to knew more about her family. She was married a year ago. She used to live with her mother. Her husband who is in army is posted somewhere outside and is never at home. She doesnt had any child and I believe that she had sex with her husband only at the time of marriage one day it was raining badly at the time of extra class. I agreed to my mother’s idea of not going to tuition that day. I just kept thinking about her for some time.I picked my bag and. Anjali is a sweet girl of 19 with gifted assets. Her body is well formed at the right places with curves and bulges. Whenever she wears half saree and walks down the road, all the men would be staring at her. They almost try to feast on her nudity in their dreams. Anjali is a calm, shy girl who doesn’t speak with men often. But she speaks a lot with me as I am her only brother. We are kind of close almost like intimate friends. After she attained puberty, I pass comments on how pretty she is. Every one of them was in a miniskirt. There were over a dozen girls from thirteen to about sixteen in our backyard. I took my place in my chair under the umbrella drinking a beer. I knew it was early for a beer but my wife thought that it might help calm me down just a little. Hell!One by one the girls climbed up on the trampoline making sure to face me at all times. I got to see each of their panties as they bounced, I got to see their titties bounce, and I got hard. I got rock hard. Soon.