’ ‘When I thought you weren’t coming, I arranged to go and see my mother. What a nuisance!’ ‘Don’t worry about it.’ ‘But hold on, I’...l only be a couple of hours… Tell you what, I’ll leave the key out under the pot by the front door. You can let yourself in and wait for me if you like. I’ll de-activate the alarm, so you won’t have to worry about that. Make yourself a drink, watch the television.’ ‘What about Michael?’ ‘Well, he’d normally be at work in the city anyway, but he’s gone abroad on. I wouldn’t expect you to wear them out of the house, of course not. Why ever would I want to offend your modesty?” April laughed, not knowing quite how to read this. “Erm, I should think this goes beyond ‘modesty’ to a question of, oh, taste or discretion or–” she shook her head, “–acting like a grown-up or something. Certainly not out of the house. . . .” She laughed wanly. “Erm, you’re not expecting me to wear them at all, I hope.” “Well– I mean, they’re a present for you. You wouldn‘t want. Ajay’s mom, a housewife, was a Malayali (people from Kerala) but was settled in Mumbai. Her parents were settled in their native place in Kerala. Both sets of Ajay’s grandparents had been family friends and that is how Ajay’s parents had been married, in typical arranged marriage fashion. Ajay had a younger sister, who was four years younger to him. Though he was 18 and turning 19, Ajay was a virgin but it never concerned him. The year was 1999 and in-spite of it being the dawn of the new. She flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue, and smirked as she felt him jump slightly at the contact. She did it again; picking up the speed, flicking her tongued against his cock and then stopped looking up at him with amused eyes. Slowly she blowed on the tip, the cold air was different to her hot tongue and before she had a chance to even shiver at the difference she had flicked her tongue on the tip of his cock again, hard. He hissed, and the hand that rested on her head clenched,.