He looked gloomy and requested me to not to take his name . I promised . I repositioned my legs and now both legs got fully exposed. I pressed gown be...ween thighs. .“Madam school mey bahut randi hai…teacher bhee aur student bhee .”He started with this sentence and I got very interested . I explored about each and every teacher , both lady and gents . He gave story about each one. He said that three of our lady teachers are regular prostitutes and they trap girls students and put them also on. Sreeja aunty was like a regular aunty, a bit chubby, with a large ass and perfectly-shaped large boobs, wheatish in color as any typical Indian aunty.Coming back to the story – she was wearing a brown saree as she was coming back from a wedding. I had the habit of checking out the side-navel and boobs of aunties wearing saree and oh boy, it was beautiful!My neighbour aunty’s boobs were tight along the blouse and one could easily figure out the size of her boobs. And her wheatish navel showing. Though it is true that in the last couple of months, in fact ever since she met Jasmine, she has changed her style of dressing, wearing shorter skirts and lower-cut tops, she has hardly ever worn anything even slightly revealing.In fact, even this recent change could only be explained by reasoning that it was a way of keeping up with her new friend. In short, nothing could have prepared me for the clothes I found my wife wearing that night.She was dressed in a black halter top, that was. ", and gave my shoulder a squeeze as she turned to go. For the remainder of the day and that evening my I was constantly thinking how she would look naked, or clad only in her thin filmy blouse and a pair of socks. I had fantasies of sucking on her hard nipples, of how her soft red pubic hair would feel on my face and more. I wondered if things had actually transpired as I had remembered. Had she really been wetting her lips as she stared at my stiff cock? Or was I just hoping that she was? I.