We’re driving home from Art’s law office.“You’re not talking.” I glanced over at her. Tears.“Baby?” I blurted.“Oh, Bob ... she took CA...E of me. I had no idea...”“And you’re crying?”“I miss ‘er, Bob. She was my rock. My anchor. She left, my world caved in. Mom ... what a disaster. Mom hadn’t a clue about Grandma’s finances, and now ... Grandma knew better...”Sniff. “You called me ‘baby’.”“I know. Reflex. Protective instinct. Whatever. I sort of felt the need to take care of you...”“You’ve been. Was he forcing me to kneel?My body dropped lower. My stockinged knees hit the cold hard tile. My lower legs and feet were twisted, but you didn't seem to care. You just stared down at me, with those blue eyes blazing. Your hand remained firm on my shoulder, holding me back against the floor, in my awkward kneeling position, your cock only a few inches from my face. "You've always been a slut, haven't you? A whore for every Goddamn man that has a hard-on for a married slut." Your fingers. Ye sun ke mai to khushi se pagal hi ho gaya or bhabhi ke pas ja ke unki back side khade ho gaya or dhire se unka hath utha ke jaise hi unki t-shirt utari unke bade bade boobs bounce kar ke bahar aaye. Bhabhi ab sirf bra me thi.Mai jane laga to bhabhi ne fir awaz di. Mai bola kya hua to wo boli bra bhi utar do nahi to ye kharb ho jayegi. Mai bola but bhabhi ye kaise? Uske aage mai kuch bolta us ke pahle bhabhi boli kuch nai hota mai dusri side face kar ke rahugi na or mujhe tum pe bharosa he tum. I protested and asked her to get the towel, but she didn’t listen to continue to wipe me with her pallu.“You regularly go to the gym huh?” she asked me, while wiping my strong shoulders and chest. Her saree had fallen off her shoulders, giving me a clear view of her sexy cleavage and her large melons. “Ya granny, every chance I get. Gotta keep myself fit for sexy ladies like you” I said, flexing my biceps with my free hand. “Oh, stop it son” she said feeling a little shy “I am not sexy, I am.