Wo aa kar mere piche beth gayi kyuki hm sabhi ladke back banchers the or aage koi seat nahi thi so wo sabse piche aa kar beth gayi.Wo dikhne me ek dam...mast maal thi uski Chuchi bilkul sidhi khari thi mera mann kar raha tha ki 1 pin maar kar uska sara dudh nikaal k pee jaau.Class off hone k baad puchne lagi ki kitna course complete ho gaya h.fir hm dono apne apne ghar chale gaye.fir hm roz ek – dusare ko smile pass karne lage dhire dhire hamari dosti hui.1 din Niit ki class complete hone k baad. 'Maybe he's just getting a bottle of wine?' she thought, 'This is silly of me to be spying on him like this!' Her heart was beating so fast in her chest.She waited till he went down the second narrower set of steps into the dusty old basement. She waited at the top with the door cracked open a little, 'if he was getting a bottle, he'd be back up soon, ' so she wanted to play it safe.He was down there for some time, she could hear him, but could not see. She had to go now! She opened the door. We were no more speaking of random stuff instead we were slowly getting our secret public. Also our clothing habits changed she was no caring of what to where, as most of the days she would sit for breakfast with her boxer and lace shirt which clearly showed her round big but a bit saggy tits, while I began coming to the table with on my sleeping boxers on. There was kind of intimacy between us but it was not yet public.This routine continued until a Friday night. We came home early as we had. I know I should have probably put a stop to this long before this point, but I was enjoying it. She was a grown woman, suggesting consensual sex and no blood relation. I kept thinking about the little girl I used to take to the park, it seemed a bit creepy. I'm must admit though, once she turned 18, I always wondered what it would be like to fuck her. I was about to find out.She started sucking my cock and stuck a finger deep up my ass, rubbing my prostate. My cock was throbbing. I wasn't going.