I noticed it when she bent down to clean the table, her cleavage was really visible. She was wearing an old saree at home. I was checking out my aunt ...ery often, and was having a hard time concentrating on anything else other than her body. She was too sexy and I wanted her badly.On my aunt’s request, I wore the shirt which my uncle gifted me, and as she suspected it was loose for me. She informed that she’ll get it stitched to my size. The following day, my uncle went to the nearby town to get. As usual, the marriage reflected bloodlines and was ordered by the tribe elders. The couple came to Detroit as man and wife together. “I did not love my husband, but we got on well enough as friends that we lived together full time after we got to Detroit. I was a dutiful wife every night we were together. We were both fully dedicated to providing the tribe with children from our union.” The marriage required that husbands and wives have sex only with each other during the wife’s fertile days,. Whispering not to draw attention. “ How dare you do that to me. There is no telling what that girl thinks of me now” She honestly didn’t care she was just trying to maintain a little dignity. “You wont threaten me like that again Lace! I don’t give a damn what anyone in this room thanks.” His voice low and passionate under the hum of the restaurant. Careful not to draw his attention she inched her hand beneath her dress. She had to touch, even if only to wipe the gel off. The vibration might. Up and down with little swirls. Moments later, I begin more complicated ones akin to topographical lines on maps. You love the relaxing sensation, the unexpected paths I take. You smile and your eyes still the dark pools of my own in a gaze still dripping with the afterglow. You ask why I always do it like that after. I say it's because of the nickname I once gave you. Lightning Flower. It was because of something that I once read about how some people that have been struck by lightning.