The building infront of us is three levels above an open parking garage. Each level with its own balcony.An attractive figure approaches, walking out ...rom the shadows of the garage and into the bright sunlight, with a large black dog by her side. She’s dressed for the sunshine – her summer dress loose and low-cut to show off a friendly amount of soft cleavage. The dress, and her long brunette hair, both ripple in the wind. She speaks as she approaches, her seductive Yorkshire accent, keenly. Jiss din mama gye main toh tayyar ho gya ki aj toh maami se keh ke rahunga. Par sharm aati thi aur darr bhi lagta tha ki maam kissi ko keh degi toh meri toh gaand he mar jaayegi.Par fr maine himaat ki aur maami ke room main gya. Dopahar ka samay tha. Naani so rahi thi.Main maami ke room main gya toh dekha ki maami bhi so rai hain. Unhone green color ki nighty pehni thi aur bra nai pehni thi. Unke nipple ekdum hard aur kharhe the, shayad ac ki wajeh se.Yeh dekh kar mujhse ruka nai gya aur main. That was not ordinary. We’ve known each other only two weeks, and out the window goes the need to be at our best, to impress, to primp and preen. Sweat pants. Cramps. Bringing you some Thai. Eating soup together on the futon while watching a documentary. And you burped too, a really good, loud one. Served us right for eating on the futon and not sitting up properly at the table – you took in too much air while eating. Keeping it real, you said. I agree. But that is so not ordinary. Not after. I went straight up stairs and came to Terry’s room first saying hello as I passed, he was a typical 16-year-old sitting in front of his telly on his x box. Now in my bedroom, I grabbed a handful of clothes in the basket and I felt something damp on my hand. When I pulled the handful out, I was shocked to see it was my knickers that looked wet. Closer investigation revealed a large damp patch around the gusset but when I opened them up a puddle of warm creamy seaman was sitting there in.