Instead, the mystery person entered the stall next to me. However, he did not sit right down and I could see from under the wall that he was pacing ba...k and forth. I cleared my throat and stuck my left forefinger under the stall. Within seconds, I heard the familiar sound of a zipper being pulled down and the undoing of a belt buckle. I reached my whole hand under the stall.The stranger in the stall next to me let his jeans hit the floor and his buckle made a loud thud when it hit the floor. I. I could barely suppress a moan as his fingers slid along my inner thighs. I spread my legs a little and heard a quiet little gasp from the onlooker. My tummy did a little flip flop. Now the fingers were sliding up my inner thigh again, brushing, ever so slightly against my pussy before retreating. This time I couldn’t suppress the little moan of delight. No one heard it except my grandfather. More lotion and then the hand was sliding up my other inner thigh, this time brushing my pussy a tiny. Aisi woh sex bomb thi bilkul garma-garam.Laghabhag 15 ek din rahte ho gaye to ek din uski mam ne bulaya sham ko ki yaha aao mai jab neeche gaya to woh apni ladki ke saath drawingroom mei sofe per baithi thi usladki ne jeans aur t-shirt pahan rakhi thi uske chehre per pyari si dil lutne wali smile thi. Mai uski maa se bola ki aunty aapne bulaya hai, woh boli haa beta mai chhati ki tum madhu ko bhi pada diya karo, yeh tumhare paas mathmatics padne aa jaaye to tumhe koi problem to nahi hogi mujh. Fat chance. I was plonked on one of the worst estates in the area, I had to vacate the last place overnight and this was all there was available. Who the hell would willingly swap to come here?This time I had to be moved to the other side of the city as my so-called neighbours had been that bad. And it wasn’t my fault! The nosy bitch next door had used the DHL parcel as an excuse to knock and barring a reply at the front had just let herself in through the back door. Like a fool, I had popped.