She quickly moved from there. I finished washing it and came out. I saw and told her in local language “sorry, naan eppavum en pulla cleana vechipen... “(sorry, I always keep my dick clean). She was surprised to hear me talk in such a language (normally spoken by people in the slum which is in a way very much erotic).She said “close the door in future”. To make her feel easy, I just told for name sake “its ok, you are like my elder sister”. She cropped up a beaming smile. Once she finished. Dekhta rahta.Mere sath pata nhi kya hone laga ki mai din bhar usi ko sochta rahta ki kab ayegi,kya kar rahi hogi,wo meri kabhi kabhi tareef kar de to pata nhi kya ho jaye aur mai kewal uske boobs dekhta rah jata.Mari unko open dekhne ki bhut ichha thi,wo bahut bade the aur kase huye the.Ek din hum t.v. Dekh rhe the to chamely picture ka add aa raha tha to maine chanal change kar diya wo boli kareena pasand hai to mai bola ki picture me asleelta dikhayi gyi hai fir bhi wo has ke dekhne ko boli. Me: with a lot of nervousness, “ aunty me……”Aunty: no problem , do as I say. Me: ok aunty I obey u. Then I kept my trembling hands on her boobs and tried to open the blouse. But the buttons were tight since her boobs were trying to tear out of the blouse. I faced a little bit difficulty. Then she smiled and said come on u can’t do even this.. Then she took my hands and kept on her boobs and took them near and asked me to unhook and I did. Oh guys, what teat to watch. With the feeling of. Later tonight, Jenny and you will have dinner with us and we will talk. I will make ... What the hell?"Kathleen looked over at the in the corner of the room and saw an image of ghostly figure covered in blood. A huge knife was clutched in her left hand. Her right forefinger was pointed at Kathleen. Looking up into the face, she saw a snarl of evil and then it quickly faded away as it slid the knife across its own throat. Kathleen shuddered from the image and looked back at her daughter.Ken.