Back then I didn't know any better so I did. And that's how it all started.Now there were a couple problems with our relationship. The main was that I...was black and she was white. I also lived with my grandparents and mom. My mom didn't care that much but my grandparents did. They weren't racist but they thought that I should be with another black girl very strongly.And, to their great joy, I didn't go out with her...as far as they knew. I of course told my mom because we were best friends, her. He was surprised seeing a decorated room with candles everywhere and the fresh smell of rose petals. Soon he understood about his mom’s mischief. Ramya was standing in her seducing 3 piece lingerie with turmeric milk in her hand. She fed him the milk herself.Aman drank half the milk and made Ramya drink the rest. He was about to kiss his chachi when she stopped him and asked him to freshen up and change his clothes. Aman said, “You are making me beg for it,” and went to change. He came back and. My tight skirt was so short that I could feel it riding up onto my hips, exposing my panties.I blushed, deeply, hotly, behind the blindfold, as I remembered my pretty lace crotchless panties that framed my hips perfectly.The man at my feet didn’t touch me except for his hands holding my calves and knees firmly apart, but I could feel him looking at me. I flushed in hot embarrassment, tense, wanting to close my legs even as the feeling of his hard thumbs against the inside of my knees turned me. Mentally I groaned. Last night. No matter how many times I went over it in my head, I was still in disbelief that Nat would go down on me that way. Nat? Good ol' Nat, honorary brother number 6 who had never looked at me as more than a sister in his life?I dropped my head against the wall in my tiny entry and closed my eyes. Mark had really thrown me asking if Nat was a spurned lover. Lately, nothing made sense anymore and quite honestly I was tired of being thrown off balance.Sighing tiredly, I.