At last everything was done and I could enjoy the fruits of my labours. The only thing left was the attic. The very last thing down was a medium sized...locked suitcase covered in years of dust. I had no key so I broke the lock.The first thing I pulled out was a diary of my late granny, not a day by day thing but written in over a number of years covering important events. I put it aside and took out a photograph album. At first I couldn't believe my eyes, there on the first page was my granny. She hung her head back and allowed her moans to grow louder and louder as her fingers increased in speed, she could hear her own juices squelching. She felt herself building up, she began to take quick breaths and her back had began to arch, this was her first climax since she arrived at Esmeralda, she had forgotten had good it felt- especially after being told how wrong it was. Her toes curled within her shoes, her eyes shut tight, and she tended up, her hips buckled and she screamed in her. They were laughing at her, holding her up. Suddenly her panties were torn away and cool air wafted around her."Look at that — she shaves her pussy!"They freed her instantly, all four of them moving away. She pressed a hand between her legs, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. Her senses still reeling as she struggled to regain her balance and stay on her feet."Show us y'cunt!"The word slammed into her. What a vile, disgusting word — so full of anger and fire. Unenthusiastically her hand. However after seeing Nisha I had a desire of fucking her. Few days passed we had normal hi and hello in the cab. One day I was waiting for Nisha in the cab, she came 5minutes late to board the cab.To my surprise, Nisha was wearing a white saree as we had some traditional day in office. I complimented her that she’s looking beautiful. She smiled and said thanks. On the way back home, I don’t know why but Nisha was a bit dull. I took some courage and asked her what’s the problem. She started to.