Private little table to ourselves, candles, wine, and four course meal. She brought me home and kissed me passionately. She knows I haven't been with ...a woman before so she told me she wanted to take things slow. I was a little disappointed though, while I was getting ready for tonight I had gotten so wet with anticipation of what might happen afterwards I stayed wet all throughout dinner. I hope she hadn't notice me shifting a lot in my seat, I couldn't help but rub my legs together trying to. Mere dono chacha k ghr sath mein hi hai or dono chachiyo se meri kaafi bnti hai. Jb mein gaon phuncha to mujhe dekh k sareLog bde khush huye. Meri dadi v kaafi khush ho gyi.Ab mein 1 hafta bdi chachi k pass rha or unpr try krta rha.Mein mjak mjak mein unhe touch krta rhta tha kbi unke boobs or kbi gaand p hath lga deta.Bo b glti se smjh kr ignore kr deti.Pr ek hafte tk chachi ne koi response nhi dia .Fir ek hafte baad bde chacha or chachi meri dadi ka eyes ka operation krvane k liye mere mom. Ramesh went back with huge disappointment but was little happy.That day my mom was feeling so sad and thinking about all the things happened and didn’t sleep. But she also worried to miss the opportunity to enjoy sex after long time.Next day morning, Ramesh came to my house and asked about my mom. I said, she was in bathroom. he was little excited and waited in the hall. I informed my mom about Ramesh. She said ok and asked Ramesh to wait in hall.After few minutes, my mom came out of bathroom. As the days passed we became acquainted with each other – our likes and dislikes, our quirks, our interests. He was funny in ways I wasn’t. He was great at slapstick. It was silly, but it made me laugh.Breakfast for the past few years had been quiet, almost somber affairs, with both Dad’s and my noses buried in the morning newspaper. Now they verged on the nutty.Saturdays he insisted he and I do something together, whether it was what I considered a stupid waste of time, like the roller derby,.