The family was normal Indian family and the thing started surprisingly about three years back. Vasundhara's sister Kavita lived along with this family...in the same apartment and she had two children Raj and Ravali.In 1997 the thing started innocently. One day Raj arrived home and opened the door with his key. When he entered the house and approached his bedroom, he saw a girl sitting in there. She was wearing orange sari and matching blouse and was reading something. Raj had never seen this sari. "I’m really interested to see how your transportation systems work.” “Yeah, right!” She replied, with a laugh. Sally phoned Mrs T. They had quite a long conversation before she hung up. The upshot was that Mrs T wouldn’t work for a couple of weeks, while we were on holiday and that her seventeen year-old grand daughter was going to stay with her for a few months. She was happy about not having to go back to her home and was actively looking for work. So, Sal had invited her along for the trip. They fused hotly and my hands slid up into her curly hair. When they fisted, she gasped softly and her lips parted. I took the opportunity to push my tongue through, deepening the kiss. My other hand slid down to the small of her back, pulling her to me. As I tugged on her hair, her head tilted back and I reclaimed her mouth again. She pushed me away. ‘What.. the.. hell.. Jeff?’ She was panting slightly, and her mouth––God, that sexy mouth––had just the beginnings of being stubble burned. I. So I looked for the house phones. They were all gone. I still had my company cell phone (they forgot to ask me for it). So as a final act of defiance, I called the bank and I reported that I was mugged last night and my wallet was stolen. A very helpful young lady froze all my credit cards and my checking and savings accounts (Debit card was stolen to).After I got off the phone, I was smiling. Boy was Sheila was going to be pissed when none of our joint cards worked. I packed my things into my.