This friend used to go to work and come late at night and he had allowed me to use his room for my study purpose. Just one and half km. Away was my mo...her’s friend who used to stay with her daughter. This woman name was Shylaja and her daughter’s name was Priya. I used to call my mother’s friend as Shylaja aunty .This woman was aged close to 40 and her daughter was 18 yrs old. When ever I was bored of my studies, I used to go to their house and chat with them and come back to my friend’s room.. I watched her take another drink, she looked away from me and her eyes flashed at someone else across the room. "You seem nervous," I said. She nodded at me, drinking again. "If you don't mind me asking," I said, stepping in front of her, "who is it you're looking for?" "How did you--never mind, it's obvious isn't it? My father. He's around here… somewhere." "Oh, I see." "Not that I expect him to come back." I was about to walk away. I had the information I was looking for. Her father brought. I could see that she was breathing hard as she stared at my cock. When she saw I wasn’t peeing she suggested that I remove my clothes as it may relax me. I knew it didn’t make sense but I did it anyway. I was getting way turned on by exhibiting myself. I was completely passive, completely obedient. I got undressed and got back into the tub totally nude. As I held my dick in one hand I looked at her body. I was wanting to see something of her beneath those old clothes. But she didn’t. He was applying oil to the mechanism of his bike. “Richard it is Elizabeth”, the cheery voice said. “I was wondering if you would like to come to lunch. It is my way of thanking you for the welcome you gave me yesterday and for the transport”. The invitation did puzzle him but he wasn’t the kind that would turn down a woman, even one that wasn’t a candidate for the pages of any men’s magazine. “Thank you Elizabeth I would be delighted. What time did you have in mind?” he asked and then added..