I was very attached to them since they had taken me in as a poor widow driven out by her family and no parents and still given me a decent living. I w...as especially attached to Radhika aunty who was a fat woman with a kind face and she was like a sister to me.After a few months of living with them I realised that uncle always maintained some distance from me but still stole looks at my young firm body when he thought I would not notice. I put it as a male thing and attached no importance. I used. Her cunt and arsehole were both still slightly pink from the scrubbing they had been given but what stood out most noticeably was the moisture oozing from between her lips. She was obviously highly aroused. I picked up the butt plug from the table beside me but decided against the need for lube. It was relatively small but would do as an introduction. Larger ones could be introduced later.“Stay still, slut, and don’t fidget. Magda, perhaps you could help with that.”“Certainly, Mistress.”The. Like the Grinch’s heart on Christmas, my cock grew three sizes that day. My mouth ran dry. My first tits in real life and not in some dad’s poorly stashed Playboy. Holy shit, they were magnificent. Something in my stomach sank and then leapt and then sank once again. Over and over. More powerful than a flutter, a dark dangerous and thrilling piston pumped, combusted by some kind of thrilling, conflicting fuel mixture of desire and conscience. Like I said, I had just officially entered puberty. As i knew that ajay enquired avout me from renu, i started to go to rooftop to get our dried clothes every afternoon. I found ajay at the rooftop every time smoking but not talking to me very much – just hi / hello but found him watching me hungrily. Then i thought, lets expose in front of me. From the next day i used to were knee length skirt, which can easily got bit up in air. So that he can easily see my thigh. Sometimes i were saree but with a backless blouse. Sometimes only a spaghetti.