Main ab mami ke bahut kareeb tha. Mami ki armpit ki smell se main pagal ho gaya tha. Mami bhi phone par lagi hui thi. Mujhe mami ka cleavage clearly d...ikh raja tha. Mami ke bade bade mamme dekh ke mera lauda bekabu ho rahe tha. Tabhi muje mami ki bra ki strip dikhai di. Mamine us time red color ki bra pehni thi. Achanak se mami ki saree ka pallu phisal gaya,aur maine mami ko blouse me dekh liya. Woh najara dekh ke dilnkhushbho gaya. Dil kar raha ha tha ki abhi mami ko chhat ke hi nanga kar ke. After a few minutes she returned with a handful of the neat cardboard boxes. He laughed, read all the labels and from them quietly began to plot her future, placing in the machine the first, from the top and flinging the rest into the armchair. The credits came up and the film started, it was named ‘Charlie, Oliver and Mary; Secure love.’ This time the scene was in the cutting room downstairs, she recognised it instantly, an older woman, tall, blond and about 50, vaguely familiar dressed in. The window slid open easily, moving just far enough to admit Chinzel's slender form. A practiced twist, and he was inside. He stood balanced on the balls of his feet, breathing shallowly through his mouth as he listened intently for any sound. As his eyes grew used to the darkness, he saw that he was in an unused storeroom, filled with old boxes and boards shrouded in layers of dust.Gliding stealthily across the cluttered room, he eased open the door. It opened into a narrow hall, lighted by a. It was no big deal!And so, late one night, in the dimly lit guest room where she was sleeping, when she discovered one of my hands diligently roaming over her silkily clad skin, and realizing what was happening, she just turned, moaned softly, and allowed nature to take its course.She had half-awakened and found me sitting near to her feet, on the lower edge of her bed, breathing labouredly, my left hand deftly exploring her curvaceously, golden-brown body, while my right hand was steadily.