"I don't know what you mean." He stepped back, rubbed his chin with his hand, thinking hard.I did know what he meant. I knew exactly what he meant. Mi...chael had put together the words "bodek" which was a slang term for "balls" and "jilat" which was "to lick" and trained me to drop to my knees with my mouth open and tongue out when I heard the phrase. "Boodek jheelat... bodek jeelad... bhodeck seelat..." The man was fumbling for it, pronounced it a dozen different ways, but never correctly. I was. She headed upstairs.My hands were sweating and the red bow on my forehead fell off. A few minutes later I heard the water in the pipes again. Then a few minutes later some heels clicking in the kitchen on the floor. Then the basement door opened. I then saw some red heels with a gold stem on the end of the heel come down the stairs first. She stepped lightly on the carpeted stairs as I could now see the black fishnets starting at her ankles. I could see her tattoo's from earlier. She had on a. Mom: “How is the Juice?”Ravi: “Aunty it’s very sweet. Just like you “Mom blushed at Ravi’s comments.I told “Mom you look very sweet when you blush”Ravi: “Aunty I agree with Shravan”Mom laughed and told “Thank you. You two are praising me a lot today. Hehe”.Ravi: “Shravan you are so lucky for having such a beautiful mom”I laughed “I am lucky indeed”We all laughed and chatted for some time. Mom excused us and went into the kitchen as she had some work left undone.After mom went into the kitchen. He put them on withouthesitation. Whether or not he realized what he was doing, or if itwas just coincidence, I don't know, but he wore a white shirt madeof a very thin material. When he came down for breakfast I couldplainly see the camisole through his shirt even in the dim light ofmorning. I probably should have said something to him but thethought of making him do something that risky was exciting to me.As a matter of fact I almost wished that he noticed how boldly thecamisole showed.