Bt next daay kuch guest chle gye toh dobara muje ye chance nhi mila….Uske kuch din baad hum dono wapis gr aa gye.Is baat ek saal ho gya tha.Muje dob...ara koi chance ni mila..Nd maine b umid chod di thi k ab kuch hoga..Bt kismt ko kuch or hi mnjoor tha…Next year june mein hi uncle ko kisi kaam se 4-5 din k liye bahr jana tha…June ka mhina chl rha tha nd u knw k june mein punjab mein kitni grmi hoti hai..Toh hm sb chat pe sote the.Hmari chat 2 hisso mein thi..Ek trf mummy or sis so rhe the nd dusri. " I retorted furiously. The thought was absurd. I knew him better than that. I couldn't believe how angry I was at the fact that he believed it of himself."That's only part of the reason." What's the other part?" I asked through clenched teeth, still seething.He must have mistaken my anger as being directed at him, instead of the concept of him assaulting me. He dropped his voice, and I could clearly hear the rage as he hissed through his teeth."Are you honestly going to deny that you were. The last one didn’t. However there’s no sense in tempting fate. I had just donned a pair of low heels and grabbed a small shoulder bag to put the important things in when I heard engines. Two of them. Motorcycles. I leaned against the trunk, folded my arms and waited. Headlights came around the corner and swept over me. I casually hooked one heel on the rear bumper, letting my skirt ride up. I know its a cheap trick, but it usually works. It did tonight too. One bike slowed and stopped,. .we otherwise were good friends and would chat for hours but that day I was not finding words and she too was a bit uncomfortable may be bcoz of my dress and thought of being all alone with me in home………after some time she said that she is going to sleep and went to guest room…..i kept sitting there for about an hour still undecided what to do……after about 1 hour I went to her room a slowly opened the door…….the first thing I saw was her beautiful ass……oohh what a view that was she had her back.