Besides getting softened my cock was now getting tuned. I wanted to fuck her right now. Oh sorry! From the day, when she comes to our home as a bride....er marriage churrian (bangles) was composing a magical sound while she chops the veggies. Her juicy ass was melting in my eyes. I was feeling very jealous of my bro. Controlling my thoughts, I asked,Me: bhabhi you called me?Bhabhi: oh yeah, go to market now and bring me 1kg cheese.Me: is it necessary?Bhabhi: necessary if you want dinner. ’ itny m mom ny bag say skin color ke bra bhe nekali, mom ka dress bhe skin color ka tha,mom nay mra kurta nekal dea, mom ny kaha chalo change krty hn shrma naeM kaha ya achi bat ne mom kaha oh pagl do it, asy m mom ny apni shirt utar d,m bhe apni pent shirt otar d to m,just underwear m tha,mom pent m thein,mom ny k dakha to m dakhta raha gaya itny bary boobs bra m sama nae rhy thy mara to wo khra ho gaya mom ny notice kea aur new bra utai aur agli itar k pehny lagi to mujgy kaha hock laga do m. “I love this,” he said, “but dinner isn’t going to cook itself.” As if she hadn’t had to tell him that! But his greeting had been delightful.So was dinner. He’d made an extra effort. This was truly coming home. She dozed while he cooked, and she woke to his “Dinner is served.”“Mmm,” she said after she’d tasted the meal, “I think I’ll keep him.”“You have been keeping me,” he said. “I can pay rent now, though. We’ll settle up after dinner.” That broke her mood a little -- George was so bourgeois. But, years later she had asked me to house sit and help feed her cat (heh). And my heart jumped at the opportunity to get inside. When it came time, I went inside, made sure I took care of what I had to, then let myself into her bedroom. I first peered into the hamper, but there wasn't anything, other than her bathrobe. I was disappointed, but then decided to just have fun checking out her clothes and trying some stuff on. I opened up her closet and saw all the gorgeous dresses, suits and shoes.