Roj subah muje mom uthati thi but uss din Abhishek aa gaya. Me to soi hui thi. Or muje ghoor ghoor k dekhne laga. Fir usne mera mobile phone utha liya...or meri chat padhne laga. Me to soi hui thi puri chat padhne k baad usne muje uthaya… Uske face pe ek kamini smile saaf dikhai de rahi thi. Par mene jada dhayan ni diya.Ab mera bhai aur jada Mujpe najar rakhne laga tha. Ek din karan ka call aaya :K: heyy sexy.. Wats going on?Me: nothing jannu.. Just Missing your dick.K: bitch. Come to my home. Mai samajh chukka tha ki chidya jaal mai aa chuki hai ab mujhe aage badhna chhiye.Phir unke ghar paint ka kaam shuru ho gaya. [this is a common practice in north India to paint houses before depawli] kuiki unke ghar par koi ladka nahi tha jo paint walo par nazar rakh ske to jab bhi koi bazaar ka kaam hota yaa kisi kamre [ room ] ka saman move karna hota to uske mummy rinki se kehte ki sisi ko pados se bula le. Aur who hui sidhi mere I paas aatti.Mai unka kaam karta aur jab bhi mokta dekta rinki. The young woman looked up at me with just a bit of apprehension. Her eyes were bright blue, looking into mine studying me, scared, hopeful. Slipping one hand behind her head, I leaned in. She closed those blue eyes, licking her lips she lifted her face toward mine. Our lips just barely touched once, twice, three times. They were soft, waiting, accepting, receiving my kisses. After the third time, we held together for a moment. She had reached up and was holding on to my collar, keeping me. "It's OK, I'll only be a few minutes." and off he went.I was laying there, trussed up like a turkey waiting to be stuffed when the thought occurred to me that my bottom was facing the door to the hallway and if the postman looked through the letterbox, he would see right up the hall and right up me. That idea started to turn me on and I was feeling quite sexy when I thought that I heard a squeak, then another, then another, then it stopped. Then I thought that I heard the door to the garden.