Sure, Kelly wasn’t on her same social level but he was a human being. She hung out with her friends and went to practice as usual, showering afterwa...rds. Her best friend, Cindi, snapped her with a towel, making her howl in pain. “So what’s up?” “I’ve got a tutoring session.” “What? You need a tutor for something? You’re a brain, Teri!” “Not in chemistry. I’ve got to pass that class or I don’t graduate!” Cindi snickered. “Just show the principal your tits and I bet you’ll pass with flying. At first through the window, then she began to leave her door cracked slightly. A few times I saw her look in the mirror or over her shoulder in my direction but I couldn't tell if she knew I was looking or not. When not posing in front of the mirror she seemed extra loving, gentle in her speech, more interested in my day. Tom didn't seem to notice but I was sure she was paying extra attention to me. Her hugs lasted just a little longer and she pushed her breasts firmly into me. Her night. “Yes – didn’t I tell you that?” I shook my head. “I don’t think so. So how old a guy is he – ancient, I hope?” She laughed. “No, not ‘ancient’. We didn’t talk about it, but I’d say maybe late forties. Fifty, possibly. Not real old!” “I guess not. You seem to have a thing for older men like him and me, huh babe?” She shrugged. “I don’t think age matters, honey. I have a ‘thing’, as you call it, for nice men; men who are kind, and gentle, and easy-going, men who are strong, and confident in. This is a true story that happened 3 years back. All the character names are changed.We were living in Kochi since my dad was working there. My dad had a cousin named Akash (48 years). He too was working in my dad’s company. Because he was new in Kochi, my dad helped him to find a house which was just opposite our flat.Now let me introduce the main character of this story. She is Anjali (36 years), my hot, sexy, conservative aunty. They were having 2 kids (8 years and 6 years old). I always.