It was a decent living space and had all the basic amenities .Now coming to the story – the house owners were basically into import export business .... Two grandparents – one son , his loving wife (my Bhabhi) and their doting son . Due to his business nature bhaiya had to keep traveling . As time passed by the grandparents started trusting me with their household works . I had never had any wrong intentions on Anita Bhabhi . She was like a doting Elder sister to me .So the event occurred when. It was no big deal — throw a match at a bunch of dry wood and let it burn. But she agonised. She watched the weather and made sure she knew which way the wind was likely to blow so she could start it on the sheltered side. She checked her matches and the kerosene tins, and made sure she had a decent torch, hours before the sunset. Finally, the sun went down. The moment had arrived. I carried the kerosene for her, but she wouldn’t let me put it on the waiting pile. She did it all: checked the. She started to lick around the base and I guided her as she used her tongue, I held her head and went up and down on the shaft and down to the balls. I told her she needed to gently put her mouth on the tip and suck and lick as if it were a popsicle that she didnt want to end. And she did, slowly, but she did. She took the head into her mouth, licked around it and started to suck, as she did that I moved her head up and down and told her to cup my balls with one hand as the other grabbed the. I unbuckled her heels and started massaging her feet for her like I do most nights.While I massaged her feet ,mom said ,you are so much like your father, he love womens feet too. I asked her what she meant by that and she said your father always got excited when he rubbed my feet just like you do. With me not saying anything she said I'm not stupid I can feel how hard you get everynite when you rub them. She told me not to be embarrassed , some guys like boobs , some like feet, and that every.