Since then to kill the boredom and loneliness I used to walk around the locality in the evening. I rung the bell and my bhabi opened the door. Our hom...e consisted of me, my brother, my bhabi and her 11 months old kid. My parents used to stay in Siliguri. I came here for my higher studies. My bhabi was 2-3 years older than me but looked more as she used to wear saree all the time. She was about 5’4 with a nicely build figure which was whitish in complexion. Her boobs were really huge at that time. Boo fucking hoo."She recognized the tear that rolled down his cheek did not stem from the irritation of his lungs. At this sight, she pressed her lips together not to start crying over both her loving pity and her lack of sensitivity. Teeth chattering from the mixture of anger and sadness she was fighting, she took his hands and looked at his puppy-eyed face ready to burst any second."Fuck, I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry," she tried, hesitated, then let it all out, "It's just that I. Her panties are her last defence, tug them down slowly with your thumbs. If you are doing this right, the front should adhere to her dampness. Her buttocks exposed, she will be aware of her panties cling, leave them a while, stroke her exposed bullocks, pat them ever so gently. Is she still holding her hair up? Remind her. If you are male you should be with erection. (If you are not, what are you doing here with this woman?) Let her feel it on the back of her thighs and buttocks, press it onto. She turned towards me and stared with blank eyes. I shook her again, but her expression didn't change."It's Bobby. Why won't you talk to me?"No answer.I plopped onto my butt and stared at her. She didn't move. I noticed the zipper on her shorts was lowered halfway and remembered my father had re-dressed her the previous night. When I pinched the shiny tab to raise it, Mom finally showed signs of life. She covered my hand with hers and pressed it against her crotch. I yanked my hand away. Mom's.