Aur me ghar agaya. Rat me papa ko phone aya aur vo kahi nikal gaye me ghar me akela tha,papa ne kaha ki vo subhe ayege tum didi ko ghar bula lena ya w...ha uske ghar chale jaana.Maine kaha ki didi ko aap yaaha bhej do aap vahi se to jaoge tab didi ko yaha aane khdena papa ne kaha ki thik hai me keh duga.Thodi der bad bell baji maine door khola to dekha ki shriya hai,aur usne ghar aakar door lock karliya.Shriya ne tshirt pehni thi white colour ki,maine dekha ki uske boobs aur bade nazar arahe the. It was perfect, the light turquoise fabric clinging to her like a second skin. The straps over her shoulders which held it up weren’t more than two fingers wide, and the way the neckline plunged made it seem like it would be so simple to just nudge one of the straps off and—“Will, please, I’m having a difficult enough time without you eye-fucking me from the next seat over.”—Kissing his way down her collarbone to her moderately exposed and heaving chest. Under the dress she wore a matching,. I do apologise for my English and grammar in advance.Rayna and Boshir were married for over 5 years, on the outside every thing seemed blissful, everyone thought how much of a model marriage they had and were the envy of their tightknit Bengali community. They both were in there 20’s and had their own business running a saree shop with trade that was booming.On one unfaithful morning everything was about to be out in the open, the deceit and infidelity was to be finally exposed. Bashir ran the. I bent right over the chair, making sure my legs were parted, then l made it look as if l dropped the magazines by mistake so l had to bend even further over.I must have been like that for about fifteen seconds then l heard Patti’s voice.“Grandad!” She shouted, “what are you doing?”“Oh…er…nothing,” he said.“Yes you were Grandad,” she said, “you were staring at Jen’s bottom, and you were touching yourself down there.”I took a few seconds standing up, stumbling as l did which gave him a good view.