The house in question was actually a long abandoned motel, and the story attached to it was the typical far fetched tale of brutal murder followed by ...qually gory revenge from the grave. There were numerous variations in circulation, changing over time like Chinese whispers but the basics, the core of the story, remained surprisingly consistent through the generations;Back in the 1920's a newly married couple, delayed on the road, had come to stay the night on their way to their honeymoon. This place on weekends is loaded with the best crowd in delhi; girls flaunting in there pretty/short dresses,with make up on curly hair; stilettos and what not can turn on any guy walking down that lane one such afternoon on a saturday I was wandering around this area when my eyes happen to glare at a lady in a backless blouse black saree, the sweat drops rolling down her amazingly flat white tummy from navel to her lower area,holy mother of god .I decided right there that I want her in my bed. Now her nighty is folded up to her stomach and her panty is visible to me. I spread her legs in the same position and pretended as if I’m massaging her and slightly made my fingers touch her pussy from back. This lasted for 30 mins as i still lack courage, after some time I felt wet in her panty and I smelt my fingers as it really made me so erotic. She cum herself out in the panty with my touch. Immediately she turned and removed her nighty and asked me to massage her front side of the. I sat up making sure I was acclimated with the motion after the car accident I would tend to faint. Motion was tricky for me at times. ‘It’s a snow and ice covered world outside people are losing their power lines by the heaviness of the ice. I sat a fire to help warm the house I will help you move into the study.’ His voice was soft as he placed his arm out towards me. His hand touched mine with a gentleness I was taken aback by the touch it was so light. Drawing me to him his chest was rock.