So here I am going to explain the next part of that story.And those who didn’t read my first story and for those who don’t understand kannada I wi...l explain here my first story here in short then I will continue my second part.. Go ahead..1st part –Hey guys I am mitra I am from karnataka and I am studying degree and the story was happened last 3months ago.. I am staying in a independent room ( first floor ).. And sheela aunty was staying exactly front of my room and everyday I was watching her. Deeper and deeper into the forest we drove until we approached a place known as High Beach, where I parked the car. I instructed Charlady to replace her blouse but not to button it up; she could however tie it to cover her tits. I removed from the boot of the car a holdall retrieved a vibrator from it. Then I inserted the small vibrator into her cunt and turned it on to its max, tossed a pair of her panties at her and instructed her to put them on. I stressed that she would not have them on for. 'Mariel', she exclaimed in mock horror, 'stop ogling my tits, people will think you're a Lesbian'.Her voice carried in the still air, her every syllable falling on alert ears, and I looked in the direction of the neighbours house, a recent widower, a man who was in his late fifties, good looking in a rough rugged way, and I knew he like me.I saw his window was open at the top and his curtains were not fully closed, 'I bet he heard moms remark about me being a Lesbian', I thought, wondering if. Since then, I only hang around outside pubs and clubs. It’s lovely to feel the spunk rising, then the leak of pre-cum. I ease off a bit, trying to prolong being on the verge as much as possible, and then when the pre-cum is cumming in little squirts, I have to try and stifle my whimpers because the cleavage barmaid is only a few feet away. I’m quivering all over, She’s got me in such a state and I’ve got to be careful my eyes aren’t popping out, ogling Her too obviously and noisily. Then.