"Stow it Bozo, I've got enough problems today without your guff."This set him back and woke him up. He said. "That time of the month. No matter you kn...ow the rules."I felt myself turn red. "Yes, that time of the month and consider yourself as pretty lucky to never suffer it. Then again I doubt most men could survive it anyway. Now as to why I am here. I know only too well about the dress code. I've grown 2 sizes since summer. I live in an orphans home. There is little money for clothes. I only. I was talking to her asking if she had a boyfriend. She just screamed my name 'Uncle!' I told her it's okay that I wasn't her father and that I wouldn't get mad. She told me there was this boy Michael she was interested in. They were really close. He talks about girls he fucks to her and I asked her if she was a virgin still. She again.. Screamed my name but this time it was definitely softer.. 'Uncle...' her breathing became deeper as I realized my thumbs were right next to her pussy lips and. Before I knew it, I had one hand on my breast, twisting and pulling the nipple, as I imagined your mouth on it instead. The other hand was between my legs, rubbing my pussy gently. I ran my finger up and down my slit, feeling and spreading the moisture around a bit. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter with each stroke of my finger. I wanted your cock to fill me. I was entirely too aroused to even think about sleep now, but waking you up obviously wasn't an option. I got up and. I gave up my job before my son was born and since then, I spend my time as a typical Indian housewife. My husband has a desk job so he leaves in the morning and returns late in the evening. My son goes to pre-school.A few months earlier, we shifted to Goa due to my husband’s transfer and we settled down in a very posh building within the city. The people here were very welcoming and friendly, in particular, our next-door neighbor, the Desai’s.Mrs. Desai had become my best friend and their elder.