Now she pointed to the basin with her chin, and showed me her soapy hands and said “saheb, aap hi dal dijiye na… Aap andar daal dijiye, peeche se,...khud hi, mein toh poori geeli hoon, aap hi dal dena andar peeche se”… And she was smiling like a slut and inviting me with her round bulbous ass wrapped in the tight sari, her hips peeking out her sari sides and she turning torso exposing her breast wrapped in a tight blouse with its plunging neckline… I moved forward slightly to put the cup into the. I was beginning to think have i done the right thing & spoke to Leslie about it after our spouses left for the salon the next day leaving us alone sunning ourselves naked in the garden, she said that if i really wanted her to be happy & depending on how i thought about being a cuck then we should go ahead, i explained that i loved it when i was there to clean up after & be on had if she needed help but this was taking it further, she could see that this excited me as i was now hard after. Aur jab ghar mei hoti hai to bra nahi pehnti (ye baat nujhe baad mei pata chali) phir bhi uske sine ka ubhar utha hua mehsus hota hai. Mai school jata to aksar half paint aur half shirt pehnta tha.Aur ghar me bhi half paint ur t shirt.Chachi mai ghar me chota hone ki wajah se mera bahut khayal rakhati thi. Aur ghar me mere alawa unke pass jyada koi rahata nahi tha. Kyunki mom, dad aur chacha job pe jaate the aur bade bhaiya college jaate the. Dopahar ko school chutne ke baad a ke baad dinbhar. ’I slid them on without further argument, feeling women’s panties on my body for the first time. They were what I always referred to derisively as granny pants when she wore them, because they were conservatively cut, which meant in this case that they actually fit me rather well. Most of her granny pants were cotton, but these were silk and lace, and the feeling of them on my crotch, I had to admit, was not bad. She then handed me the same garters and stockings I had worn before. After.