She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket. Bree went back to the dresser to close it when she saw the corner of a book poking up... from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny white flowers. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small lock in the shape of a tiny heart was on the front. Must be Trina's diary she thought. Curiosity overtook her mind and she knew it wouldn't go away until she read at least some of what was in. After half an hour, she finished cooking and came to the bedroom wiping her sweat with the saree falls. Now I could see her big watermelons. “Hi, Kamini, come on I will wipe the sweat” I told her. I started wiping her removing the towel I was wearing. She closed her eyes. “Kamini aren’t you still out of shy?” ” I like it Umi, but, still I feel shy” – my aunt Kamini replied. Now I started rubbing her books and gently squeezed her nipple. That made some difference in her attitude. She brought her. . (I have to be careful about this as I don't want to raise any concerns at work, so just to tease Frank I have even worn them to and from work and changed into tights when at work!).You name it and I have tried to give him a teasing glimpse, up my skirt, down my blouse, no bra in the summer, bare legs and short skirts ... and all the time I have felt him ogling me, eyeing me up and I have been getting wetter and wetter, hornier and hornier about doing it!!In particular my best two times, apart. I had this moment of complete clarity and my alcohol haze disappeared. My moment of clarity lasted only long enough for my brain to send another request to my stomach telling it to release all of the contents. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and the vomit spilled from my mouth onto poor Billy Flynn’s hard cock. Billy let out a deep passionate moan as if I had just taken him in my mouth but when the second surge of vomit spilled out he pushed me to the side and took off running to his car with.