But I was also sad since that the next day I had to return to our house at Burdwan.That year (1996) I and my brother along with my mother had come to ...pend the Durga Puja holidays at our Didima’s (Granny – mother’s mother) house at Asansol. We had arrived on Panchami (5th day of Navaratri festival) and my youngest ‘Mama’ (maternal uncle, about whom you must have read in Part-I) had come to the station to receive us in their family car. Although by relation he was my Mama, he was only 25 and was. So, here we are, ready for the next step. And he insists on experiencing it with me.Where was I? Oh yeah, standing behind his very fine ass with the medium butt plug in hand. I slowly spread his gym-toned cheeks and seek out this new territory. I had never actually seen a man's asshole this close up until a few weeks ago. I am still intrigued and getting more turned on by the moment. I bend down to inspect this untouched area closer. He laughs a little at my curiosity. We are a couple of ass. I’ll be back Lyla. If you need anything, call Michael. I’ll email you and call as soon as I can okay?’ She nodded and planted another soft kiss on his lips as he slung his bag over a shoulder, giving her hand a small squeeze before finally stepping briskly down the porch steps to the waiting cab. Clutching her robe tightly to her body, she gave him a half hearted wave as the brightly colored cab slowly pulled away. She wouldn’t be needing him, even if it was tempting to call and unload all the. My fetish for female tummies was in overdrive!I decided to go around to her back gate and pretend to ask for something, in hope of her maybe answering the gate and allowing me a full frontal view of her tummy. So I walked around to the gate and stood on my tip toes to peer over it. There she was, lying there only a few feet away, eyes closed, tummy showing. I pulled my penis out from my shorts and began wanking it as I looked at her, looked at her tummy...her navel...thighs...it was so.