She had left the light on in the bathroom when she left. Even with it being dark outside the lone fixture shed enough light into the room for her to s...e what she was doing. Pushing away from the door she walked over to the small round table in the room to set her purse down. It was then she saw the gadget.The word 'gadget' was an unfortunate carryover from her father. To him, everything small and electrical was a 'gadget', even the remote control for the TV. Instead of asking for the remote he. She was hesitant because she has to go to the office. But I insisted her to do so. We stopped by a restaurant and she went to the restroom and removed her bra and wore the saree normally. We stopped by a place where there was no one.I put my hands inside her saree. She was already shivering with the touch of my fingers on her navel. I lowered her saree making her bellybutton visible. She had a lot of pubic hair and wantedly, I lowered her saree making her pubic hair visible a little.She was. Mommy's taking over."Her words sent waves through my body. I was immediately reminded of myshower with Jennifer. My crotch was now sloppy slick with copiousemissions, and Heather's hand was slowly slip-sliding up and down withease."Mmmmm," she hummed, "Jenn's honey-bun is all wet, isn't he?" Sheunbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly, dropping my pants to the flooraround my ankles. My erection bobbed free, sticking shamefully out ofmy boxers."I asked you a question, Nikki." As she talked she. I always used to feel proud of myself helping with my profession.This story is about my neighbor Vani aunty, she is 39 years of age and she is pregnant for the first time, both her parents expired when she was young and very few relatives around to help her during her pregnancy. All the tenants in my apartment helped her during her pregnancy with small things and made sure she did not suffer. Her husband stays in Dubai, he is a reputed and heavy earning architect there. He comes India couple of.