His casual touch on my arm was like an electric shock. Looking at No 12 I could see that she too was similarly smitten, her face red, her nipples swol...en, eyes aglaze. The Master seeing our predicament gave a wolfish smile. He bent me, still kneeling over the table, then grabbing No 12 by the hair raised her to her feet, walked her round behind me and laid her on top of me, her legs spread by her quickening, straddling my behind, our slots lined up one above the other. Undoing his trousers. "Oh, right." I laughed too. "I forgot who you were. Okay, so you didn't get fired. Um ... Your best friend died?" I was talking as if to myself, like I was solving a crossword puzzle out loud. "No, couldn't be that..." I glanced at him and snapped my fingers. "Girl trouble!" What?" He looked up sharply and for the first time I saw something, a little spark of interest in his eyes. This time I didn't look away, but he did. Staring down into his drink."You wanna talk about it?" I offered, knowing. I started reading/watching only mom-son stories/videos as I find them very interesting than any other stuffs. As days passed I got interested in her. While talking with my mom, instead of watching her eyes I began to watch her lips. I used to observe her from top to bottom. As she wears only sarees, I got mad when I see her navel and back when she was walking. I cannot control my hands when I see her boobs through blouse from the left side of her body, also she used to wear very tight fit. This happened two years ago when I went to my chacha’s house. Chachi made good dishes for me. Let me give you a short description of my chachi. Her name is Richa. At that time, she was nearly 36 years old. She is chubby with wheatish complexion. She has just one son who studied in 5th class.They had been to goa for vacation in summer. Chachi showed me some of the photographs clicked by them. After we finished our dinner, Chachi gave me a blanket and said, “You might need this tonight”. I slept.