After having my fifteen minute bubbly bath. I chose my cotton robe, nothing under, and scurried down the hall to the couch and waited.BLING*******BLIN...Me. “Good morning darling.”Hubby. “Hey babe, how are you?”NOT The End.A little after 8 the next morning I sneak out of bed to go pee. I feel the tenderness in my stretched vagina and the seed still oozing out of me from six hours earlier. As I wipe myself off and get up to wash my hands, I look in the mirror and the guilt tries to set in deeper.. This is a true incident that happened and is still happening at every possible incident and here i will tell you how it all began. This is a story of my aunt and myself digging deeper and deeper inside of each other.My mail id is no fake..my name is real even..Before coming to Bangalore some 5 months before itself i had been close to my unmarried aunt who is only 26 years of age. She was there in Bangalore working. The was beautiful and especially her eyes were captivating. I am not very sure. However, this morning he had finally flipped with his wife in one major row. For ages he had managed to manoeuvre and avoid a head on clash, but finally the dog turned and teeth were bared.It had just been a small thing that, added with all the other items of discontent, tipped the scales. He was fed up with coming home from the volunteer activities to find the washing still sitting in the basket, not hung out and it had been sitting for a number of hours, or to find the breakfast dishes still. ”The expression on my face changed from anger to pleasure, and I smiled at Julianna. “This is an unexpected, but welcome, surprise, Madam Hainaut. Is there something amiss at Blanchards that has caused you to travel to Grantham?”“No, Sir Elijah, nothing like that. I am here to prepare Jean-Woodrow for the examination and vive voce for entrance to Paris University.” She noted the look of surprise on my face and realised I had no previous knowledge of John’s intention.“Perhaps I should return.