Now let me come to the main story.{Night before holi festival)Jetha: Daya kal holi hay mujhe jaldi utha dena.Daya : Ha ha tappu ke papa mujhe yad hai,...kal jaldi utha dunga apko. {Next morning – Holi}Bapuji: Bahu jetha utha hai ki nahi?Daya: Ji bapuji utha hai. Wo to ham sabke liye jalebi fafda lane gay hay.Bapuji: Thik hai mere liya ak cup chai bana ke do.Daya: Ji bapuji.Babitaji : Good morning chachaji Daya bhabhi hai?Bapuji: Ha hay. Tumlog betho. Bahu do cup chai jada banana.Daya: Ji bapuji. So I guess this all started a couple days back. One could argue that this all began at age thirteen when I first discovered my passion for exhibitionism among other fetishes. It was at age thirteen at a sleep over at a friend’s house where I discovered the thrill and excitement that comes with being an exhibitionist. Given the option between taking a truth or a dare I choose to take a dare. I soon found myself walking down the road in the chill of the night air wearing only my sandals. Instead. She was naked as the day she was born. I know because when my wife and I visited her mother in the hospital she made it a point to show me that Evelyn was not a boy and that she had indoor pluming as she called it. There was a piece of tape across her mouth. When I asked her if I should remove it slowly she shook her head no, when I asked her if I should remove it quickly she shook her head yes, so quickly it was. Rip! She let out a mild scream then asked me to untie her hands. Well that was. Softly squeezing, running her finger through my crack and teasing my pussy lips ever so lightly. Oh I love that, she was so soft and smelt beautiful. I walked over to the bedside table and showed her my toy collection. I selected a few and placed them on the bed.I slid down between her legs and kissed her thighs, right up near her pussy. She open her legs wide to give me room. I lightly brushed her clit, she moaned loudly. My warm tongue took over and she held my head to her. I licked slowly,.