He constantly admired her long slender legs and her full buttocks. He always commented on how Becky would always wear clothes to show off her glorious... figure. She was blessed with a tiny waist and a 36DD bust. Whenever he came to our house he always greeted Becky with a kiss and a hug, which always consisted of him holding her round the waist then patting her backside. The kiss was always on the lips and seemed to be a peck more than a kiss.One time he was over at our house having a meal when. She gave a naughty smile but said nothing. We put the bags in place and I rushed out without saying a word.Nothing much happened between us after that. I left home for studies for the next seven years and then a job for two years. I went home only during holidays. When we saw each other I involuntarily used to scan her big curves. She used to smile and we used to speak briefly. She remained my fantasy queen all through.Recently I found this job here in Hyderabad. As I said I work from home most. This is my first story but it’s not a story it’s happened in real. Basically, I am from dombivali, Maharashtra, but now in Aurangabad. This incident happened when I moved to Aurangabad for my pg. I am 24 years old, having an athletic body.The story starts 4 months back when I moved to Aurangabad. The city is new to me so my mom talked to some distant relative for the arrangement of my living. When I first reached to their home in Aurangabad I saw the heroine of this story looking sex bomb in a. We arrived at the holding cell, and the officer said it was Ok about the shirt—several inside had shed theirs as well. There was one young looking punk sitting at the edge of one bench. I gave him a sideways kick and told him to move. He obliged—scared lil pussy, and I kicked back on the hard wooden bench, and proceeded to go to sleep.Next morning came kinda early for me—someone yelling “breakfast” I decided to get up—could be a while till next chance for food. Nobody was talking much. There.