I came up with a plan. I said, “You need to roam in the whole house, stripping away one piece of cloth.”She asked, “Why and how?”I said, “Yo... do that, and you will enjoy it and get to know it later.”She started to work by preparing lunch. At first, she just dropped the pallu and was roaming around. Later after a few minutes, she removed the saree. Her melons were like huge-sized lemons and through that blouse, they were popping out. I was staring at them.The sexy mature woman asked me to remove. One night my parents were gone until almost three in the morning. My uncle worked the graveyard shift and was at work. My aunt was asleep upstairs. Latrell asked me if I wanted to come down to the basement. I shrugged my shoulders and followed him. The basement wasn't completely finished. The first half was cold cement. There were laundry machines and a bunch of old boxes filled with old pictures and baby clothes. But, when you walked through a door toward the back, it was a finished bedroom. They politely welcomed me and showed me straight into the bedroom. Guy A offered me a drink and I asked for some water, which he brought to me a moment later. I was a little nervous and was using the glass in my hand as a focal point to ease my nerves a bit. The guys are talking about how cute I am and how they got so lucky at such a late time at night. I smile, blushing. Guy A then takes the glass out of my hand and puts it down somewhere and begins kissing me. I don't usually like kissing. Isabella began to feel a deep vibration with her, as if the stings of her soul were being awoken. She opened her eyes briefly and saw the orchestra below her. Almost directly across the stage, facing her, sat the first cellist, his instrument held between his thighs while one hand stroked the fretwork of its long neck and the other drew the bow across the strings of its body. It was like looking at a mirror image of herself and her young composer in the darkened booth. The music moved on and.