Tobin," I admit.Her reaction is odd. She glances nervously towards the cemetery gate, steps back on to the gravel path which winds its way in-between ...he graves and their markers, and actually seems on the verge of running away."Your wife ... She said..." Her eyes flick to Betty's headstone, and then jerk quickly away. "She said you could help me." Help you?" I stare at her, at a loss for words. My placid uneventful Sunday evening is gone, and this child is the thief. Why on Earth would Betty. "And there I thought it would end. But no, a couple of day's later:"Attached is proof." The attachment showed a rather pretty pair of female feet, but taken by someone else. They were slightly turned in towards each other, the right in front of the left."Very nice, and the ankles are particularly splendid. What are the knees like?" I don't think I should send pictures of my knees to strange men. Or you might be a dog for all I know." Well, yes, I know they say that about the internet. But a dog. I never liked the Sharmas. The mother was overbearing and the male’s absolute louts. Mr. Sharma had even tried to fondle my boobs while I was in their house during a dinner. Just for Saurabh I tolerated them. Rohit and his father were both hulks above 6ft with thick muscular bodies. From what showed above their collars I guessed both must be hairy like bears. Coming back to my senses I was about to tell Rohit to go away, but he had pushed his way inside. “Good morning aunty.” As was usual with. At the dawn of dusk, I got a message.The story is a layout of the chat we had between my bhabhi, Supriya, and myself, Jimmy. It’s just a conversational piece. I hope you like it.I had purposefully groped my bhabhi’s fluffy soft ass in between the procession. I think she didn’t notice at the time but later she did.Supriya: Ashi (my nickname), what was your intention?Jackson: Hi, to you too, bhabhi. How was the wedding? You seemed to enjoy it. And what was intentional? I didn’t get that.Supriya:.