“How are you feeling, Raj?” and she playfully bit my ear!Now I was shocked. Mom never does this. And wait, it was not my mom’s voice. I suddenly...looked back to see who it was. And to my surprise, it was her, my Komal Bhabhi.Raj: WTF, Bhabhi! What are you doing here?Komal: I came to return the onions I borrowed from your mom yesterday. Before going, I thought of seeing what my Hunter was doing. (She calls me Hunter.)Raj: Since you are here now, why don’t you treat me with your juicy lips,. I’m holding my torso half-up, abs crunching, my head to the side as though averting my gaze. I know she likes the coyness of this. Then I rest my back, my chin up, the length of me exposed to her camera’s gaze, my bethonged crotch, my pierced bellybutton, my tits scooped skyward, the thrust of my chin all one mysterious line of desire, promising everything like a glamorous anonymous whore. Click click, click click. I hear the thud of a belt on the carpet, shoes kicked loose. His jeans hang. My thanks as ever to my muse, for her inspiration and editing, and to raconteuse, who has greatly assisted with editing. And of course, to my readers, whose support and interest has helped sustain my writing. If you’re new to Melanie, there are two earlier chapter stories about her, with lots of red Hs against them. Do please have a look: I know that if you liked this, you’ll like them too. ‘Journey into Melanie’s Reality’ is almost complete now, and the remaining chapters will be posted soon. . Kuch din ese hi chalta raha kabi kabi new dish ghar pe banti to me unko dene jata tha ese hi humari dosti b hone lag gai.Me sube jab khelne jata to vo bhar kadi hoti or ek simple karti pure din bus vo smile hi dikti thi dill karta k bus abi pass jake gale se laga lu ese hi waqt nikalta gaya or 2 3 mahine nikal gaye humari bate whatsapp pe b hone lagi vo apni sari bate mujse share karne lag gai fir kabi kabi lunch pe b invite kiya.Ese hi chalta raha fir ek din unke husband ko tour pe jana tha.