Peticot badalne k baad unhone fir pucha(with that same smile) ki beta btao na kya hua.. maine unse kaha -“ap bura to nhi manogi??” …..Unhone ne ...kaha- “nahi”…. maine kaha-” aunty ap bhot sundar ho”….unhone kaha- “mujhe pata hai tum ab bade ho gaye ho aur tum kuch cheeze chahte ho. isme koi burai nahi hai, ye to bilkul normal hai. aur mujhse sharmane ki to koi baat hi nahi hai. mere sath tum apna sab kuch share kar sakte ho, matlab apni saari baten share kar sakte ho. koi dikkat ho ya KUCH CHAHIE. We parted enough for me to pull her shirt over her head (I was in no mood to deal with the buttons), her skin was pale and beautifully smooth to the touch, her bra was all that now stood between me and her delightful looking breasts, cupping them in my hands I gently massaged them through her bra feeling her hard nipples in the palms of my hands. Denise reached behind and unclasped her bra allowing me to remove it. Her breasts were not small or huge but perfectly sized and he nipples hard and. You sigh as the lower half of your body is freed from your hated work uniform. I stand up and grab the hem your owl themed teeshirt, pulling it up over your head and off your body. I lean in close and nuzzle your neck, as my hands wrap around you and expertly unfasten your push up padded bra. As I slide the straps off your tired arms, exposing your wonderful mango sized breasts, I gently kiss you on your luscious lips.Now that you are completely naked, I again pick you up and carry you over to. I sat down hard on the edge of the bed, thinking. She let go of me when I did that, of course, then she started to sit next to me in order to recapture our broken physical intimacy, but she finally just stood there before me, her gaze submissively downward, her arms at her sides, waiting. How had all this happened so quickly? Two weeks before, I was an emotional cripple over the loss of a wife through divorce, and today I was … what …? A master to a sex slave? At what point should I call it.