He walks over and kneels at my chair. I try not to look at him, but keep stealing glances. He leans in. He is going to try to kiss me. I know it. I’... going to resist. He’ll get frustrated and leave. Then it will really be over. Turn to look at him. Mistake! His eyes lock on to mine and I’m caught. I can’t turn away. He is leaning in, I try to run away and his lips kiss half my lips and half my cheek. Oh god, I can’t resist. I quickly turn my head and lock onto his lips. Oh! Sweet, wet, perfect.. So I lifted her to my shoulder - she was, indeed, only the slightest of burdens - and took her with me to my Sanctuary, where, I thought, I could at the least prepare a healing draft, perhaps find her some vestments to cover her modesty while she returned to hearth and home, my Eternal Standing, no doubt, enhanced by her quiet gratitude and that of her loving parents.It was even as I placed the draft I'd decocted to her gently quivering lips that I began to think that things might not go. Main thora jaldi main tha to maine aunty ko bola ke “aunty kal ghar main worship hai to ammi ne aap ko bulaya ha” ye keh kar main janay laga to aunty kehti ke ruku kuch kha kar jaoo koi tea ya juice.,,, unhoon ne mujhe aise sweet style main kaha ke main un ki baat taal na saka.Aunty ne mujhe apnay room main bulaya jahan wo apnay hairs main brush kar rahi thi,, back se aunty ki night geeli thi jis ki waja se aunty ka white bra aur panty nazar aa rahi thi. Ye dekh kar mera lund ahista ahista. I just started laughing, “what the fuck are you laughing at?”“Well, you, too far? It was the logical conclusion, you fucked a face, and emptied your sack into it, fucking perfect conclusion, as far as I am concerned.”He smiled, well that was something, but I feared that was the end of the evening’s entertainment, as he pulled the sheet over his head & curled up under it. That made me go soft, I crawled under the sheet, without getting too near to him, and curled-up with my back to him.Was it.