Mausaji bade hi pyar aur itmenan se mujhe niharte rehte yeh silsila bhot dino tak chala mujhe isme maza aaney laga ki mausa ji kis tarahMujhe dekh kar...jeebh se pani tapkate hain par bechare kuch kar nahi paate maine decide kiya ki isey dusre level tak pohchane ki stage aa gai hai ek din mausa ji aur main tv room me akele hi they main sofey par letihui thi aur razai odh rakhi thi mausa ji bhi usi sofe par mere pairo ke paas baith kar tv dekh rahe they maine samjha mauka sahi hai maine ek bade. I tried to stay calm at least not to show my eagerness to fuck her. She explored my apartment for few minutes and I offered her some drinks. All our conversation about the house and drinks sounded stupid and irrelevant. We both had one thing in mind… without putting her in to more trouble; I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. The drinks in her hand spilled over my chest. She apologised for that. I said the best thing she could do is to remove the wet shirt. She looked at me and kissed. We didn’t talked much in the first week. Then we moved to a talking like casual friends. We would talk about out likes-dislikes, what we like to do in free time, what we were planning to do in future. We also talked about relationships but not much and nothing dirty. One day we were talking about our crushes on teachers, celebrities and friends.Then a few day while we were chatting he told me that he wants to ask me something but he will only ask if I promise to not get offended. I told him to. I started scanning her, head to toe as I walked towards her and I was disappointed. The nightie unlike the Saree did not serve my purpose of exposing her curves which I think is its exact purpose. I could see that she was wearing an inskirt under it as would other ladies.I was only in my shorts baring my upper body. Once I reached her I asked“Is it new chithi??? ““Yes da. Gowri akka bought it for me from Madras. She has bought 5 more like this. I never thought it would be so comfortable and I.