.aur tum mere panties ke saath kya karte ho…..maine kaha drawer wali nahi tum jo abhi pehni ho wo wali…usne kaha ye nahi ho sakta main sab kuch pa...a mummy ko abhi batane jaa rahi hun….maine usse dhamkate hue Kaha..agar tumne aisa kuch bhi kiya to main zeher pi lunga..aur apni haat mein ek poison ki bottle le aaya…wo darr gayi aur apni skirt ke under haath dalkar apni panty niche kar di..mainuski garam panty lekar sone chala gaya…aur usse chumte hue usspar muth mara….ek din mujhe mauka mil gaya. She abruptly stood took me by the hand walking me to a bedroom. Standing at the side of the bed she smiled at me as her fingers slowly unbuttoned her blouse peeling it back over her shoulders, with her hands now behind her I could hear the zipper of her skirt. The cinched waist of the skirt uncoiled leaving it and the blouse to pool at her high heels. Then she drew me close kissing with a fiery passion, tongue probing into my mouth,We kissed for some time as my own hands tentatively explored. She reached out and tapped the screen, then climbed up on the stand and looked behind the TV. She looked at me waiting for an explanation. Apparently she had never seen a TV before.I waved her back and she jumped from the stand to the middle of the bed and sat beside me. I showed her the remote and pushed the up and down channel buttons, showing her that the picture on the TV changed every time I did it. I handed her the remote and watched as she pushed buttons then looked up to see what they. I never used to talk for the 1st 2 years and then gradually started talking over social networking. But as luck would have it she had to shift to a different place within the city but not far from her place. Then slowly we started sharing things and eventually ended up talking about sex. That was when I came to know she had very minimal knowledge of sex and did not indulge in sex with her husband due to personal reasons. Slowly we started talking a lot about sex and she came to know a lot which.