13-02-2019, 01:11 PM
Before he could even react properly, I hugged him and almost carried to bed making him lie down over my body. For the first time I tool his lips inside mine and kissed him deep. Nandu also kissed me in return, but of course, they were still childish. I sucked his lips time and again and probed my tongue inside his mouth and sucked his tongue also. With my husband I really do not get this opportunity as when he kisses me he takes the lead role and most times I get crippled as he simultaneously either squeezes my boob or grabs my gaand. But here Nandu being a novice I was able to kiss him for long and really enjoyed that. Then I picked his erect tool and guided it in my lovespot. I could feel his rod thrust deep in me in one quick motion. Though my vaginal path was not as wet as it should be for any other normal woman, Nandu’s stiff lund was able to pop through my hole. And once it was in, he started to conquer me. His dick went half way through my slippery pussy and in the next forceful bang it made its way through fully. Nandu held both my tits and squeezed them and tweaked my nipples in turn while he moved his tool in and out in rhythmic fashion.
I unabashedly screamed louder and louder with pleasure as I was screwed deeper and deeper by this class XI young lad. He thrust his tool in and out, faster and slower, faster and slower, while his hands were not still even for a moment, either playing with my tits, or squeezing them, or tweaking my taut nipples, or fingering my navel. I was shouting at the top of my voice. Tears of pleasure were rolling in from my cheek as I felt the mounting great orgasm inside me – after so many days – after such ignornce from my husband!
Me: Aaaa… Aaaa… Aaaaa…. Please don’t stop Nandu…. Just don’t stop!
I continued to scream loudly as he thrusted inside me each time. My vaginal muscles were trying to cramp his cock, but unfortunately my path was much wider for his slim-sized cock. Since I was married for so long and having intercourse over years with Manohar, my vaginal path had grew wider and muscles there have slackened; so surely I was not getting that tight feeling with Nandu’s young cock, but still it was a very engrossing experience. Nandu also did not feel that pain, which he would normally get fucking a virgin girl. Still his face depicted that he was absorbed in his activity. I felt my whole body go rigid for a moment and I shuddered very violently following that. Looking right into Nandu’s face I continued to shudder and climaxed wildly with a scream.
Me: Ahhhhhhhh…… hhhhhhhhhh……Uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiii!
It was not possible for this young lad to take in any more and he let out a loud groan and within the next couple of thrusts his body arched in a bow-like-shape and he exploded inside me and my whole pussy was filled with his warm juice.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
It was so satisfying! There was no alternative to satisfy oneself other than a fuck for any married woman. I could feel Nandu’s cock getting out of my pussy losing its resilient status. Nandu now lay on top of my body totally exhausted. I closed my eyes and tried to cherish these very satisfying moments, though the uncomfortable part also remained for me, as I did not get the adequate discharge, which made me feel incomplete from the inside.
I do not know how long I was lying like that with closed eyes. Nandu got off me and went to the toilet and cleaned himself. I was still lying on my bed with my legs widely apart in a complete naked state. My pussy lips and pussy hair displayed shamelessly with Nandu’s juices still coming out of my pussy hole.
Nandu: Mausi, mausi! Get up and… err I mean wear something!
Me: Huh! Oh! Y-e-s.
Nandu: I mean if mausa-ji comes back…
I regained my senses immediately hearing the word “mausa-ji” from his mouth and involuntarily my right hand covered my bare tits. I got up though my pussy was aching significantly now. I remembered my doctor’s advice not to engage in sex for the next few days, which I violated today. Nandu was standing close to me and must be enjoying my stripped condition. I don’t know why I suddenly started to feel ashamed; probably my natural instincts were taking up control. I covered my freely hanging boobs with both hands and stood up. I looked at the mirror, which was at the bedside and blushed vigorously seeing me in that state. Nandu probably could even see my skin pores! I walked naked towards the toilet shamelessly and Nandu obviously was gaping at me. My boobs were swaying sexily with each step and I was rather undecided what to cover – my pussy, or my huge gaand, or my twin peaks!
Day #5 & Day #6
I took my time to regroup myself after that shameless session with Nandu, who was almost like my son. I was unable to make eye contact with Nandu and it seemed every time he was looking at me, he could see me nude through my clothes. I was unable to forget my shameless acts and that he had seen me in a completely stripped condition for a significant period of time. Fortunately, now-a-days I do not ‘meet’ with my husband on bed at all, otherwise would have had a very tough time explaining him how I got that nail mark on my right nipple. Manohar never got a clue what was happening behind his back! Indeed I was feeling very guilty every time I was looking at my husband’s eyes. Nandu also seemed to have been coiled in within himself after experiencing the joy of his first fuck.
Day #7
Today evening Nandu would leave for his home and I wanted to bid him goodbye in my own way. I was not getting the chance as Manohar was at home, but I got the opportunity later in the day when he was out for a short while for some reason. Nandu was in his room and I went there.
Me: Nandu!
Nandu: Y… yes mausi?
I collected all my strength and looked straight at his eyes. Nandu could not face that and lowered his eyes.
Me: Beta, whatever happened that day must remain strictly confidential. Keep that in mind. Under no circumstances you would discuss or share that with anybody. Promise?
Nandu: I know that mausi. You can trust me.
Me: Good. Before you leave…
Nandu: Can I come… I mean mausi, can I come close to you once?
Me: One minute. Nandu you must also promise that this would be the last time and henceforth we will again share our old relationship...
Nandu: Okay mausi, I promise. This will be the last time.
I looked at his eyes and indicated him to come near me. Frankly I was also desirous to hug him once before he leaves for his home. The next few minutes we were in each other’s arms and Nandu felt every inch of my curvaceous body with his hands and I also kissed him vehemently. As Nandu’s hands pressed and squeezed my blouse-covered boobs, my lips were taking the taste of his lips; while his hands were feeling the size of my ample hips, I was pressing my big boobs on his flat chest; while his hands rested squarely on my fleshy hips feeling its roundedness, my hands searched for his cock under his pajama and stroked it. Unfortunately, things were heating up again. Nandu probably realized as he was cupping my ass over my sari that I was not wearing a panty below and his next action rang alarm bells in my mind.
Nandu was slowly pulling my sari and petticoat up my legs and I could clearly figure out his desire to caress my naked buttocks. Though honestly I would also love to be touched that way, but I had to draw the line.
Me: Nandu! No. Don’t do that. Please.
Nandu: Mausi… please. One last time! I will not bother you from tomorrow!
Me: Nandu, I know that, but... Hey! No, no… S-t-o-p!
Before I could react properly in one swift action he was able to bunch up my sari and petticoat way up exposing till my thighs. As his cold hands touched my naked warm thighs I realized I was getting weak.
Me: Nandu, don’t do it. Please! Your… your mausa-ji will be back any moment.
By the time I could complete the sentence I could feel my huge gaand was fully uncovered by this boy. He hiked up my sari well over my waist and started squeezing my tight ass. I also shamelessly succumbed to his moves and hugged him tight to my body. Nandu now left my sari and it dropped retrieving some respect for me though his hands remained on my naked ass underneath my sari. He was pinching my ass, pressing and squashing my tight butt cheeks with both hands. This went on for some more moments and after he was fully satisfied with my gaand pressing, he took out his hands from my buttocks. Nandu was quite stimulated by that time as I could feel his hard lund under his pajama.
Nandu then hugged and started kissing my cheeks with a rejuvenated effort and he was pushing me so hard that I could not keep my balance and had to step back and almost fall on his bed. Nandu virtually pushed me on to his bed and as I sat on it he threw off my pallu off my shoulders. I tried to caution him, but it was too late.
Me: Nandu, behave yourself!
He was like a man-eater now, who had tasted blood once. He jumped on my twin boobs and grabbed them with both hands over my blouse and bra. I could clearly perceive the extra force in his moves and his actions today was so very definitive! I apprehended that he would definitely strip me now and I tried to stop him by holding his hands, but he seemed to be determined to disrobe me.
Me: Stop! Please…
My resistance was too feeble and he was trying to pull up my blouse and bra over my tight boobs.
Me: Nandu… Nandu, this way you will… you will tear my blouse!
But hardly did my reactions reached him and seeing that he was unable to open my blouse hooks quickly, the rascal simply put his hand right inside my blouse and grabbed my luscious mango. His facial expressions had changed and he looked very rough and compulsive. Though I was struggling hard to get myself free from his clutches he managed to pull out my left boob from my blouse! As soon I got the feel of his hand on my naked breast, my struggle lost some mileage and he took full advantage of that and in no time was able to pull out my right breast also over my blouse. I simply looked like a slut sitting like that on the edge of the bed!
Once he succeeded in making both my mammaries exposed over my dress, he took a respite and gaped very offensively at my twin peaks. In spite of being stimulated by his touches, I was feeling very dishonored and could not digest this rapist-like behavior from Nandu and slapped him hard.
Me: What do you think you are doing? You numbskull!
As I slapped and rebuked him, I tried to cover my boobs with my hands, but to my utter surprise Nandu just forcefully held my arms and pushed me to lie down on the bed against my will. In the span of a couple of days Nandu seemed to be a changed person! To my sheer disbelief, he just ignored my slap and was trying to pin me down! The innocence from his face had entirely disappeared!
Me: Nandu, you are crossing the limit! What sort of behavior is this?
Nandu did not care to reply to me and neither did he stop his lewd aggression. He held my arms firmly and was sniffing my chest area and was trying to lick my exposed nipples as I struggled to save my dignity.
Me: Nandu, don’t do this! Please! I am your mausi afterall!
Nandu: Just once mausi… one last time!
Me: What one last time?
Nandu: I want to… want to fuck you mausi! You are so sexy!
I could not believe my ears what I was hearing! My head was as if spinning. Was he the same innocent obedient Nandu whom I had toyed with last few days? I could not digest the fact that a young boy like Nandu was trying to take control over me! Before I could regain my composure he held my outstretched arms in one hand and took his free hand towards my waist and started pulling up my sari from over my legs. My feeling at that time was a very strange mixed one – it was a jumble up of my sexual desire and saving my self-respect. It was like getting molested in my own house!
Me: Nandu… please don’t! No… no… Stop it!
I exclaimed but to no effect! I was struggling to get up because my position was very vulnerable and Nandu was in full control as he was right on top of me. Nandu released my hands and thrusted my head back on the bed and tried to kiss my lips. I was trying my best to evade him now, but he suddenly twisted my stiff swollen right nipple so hard that I screamed out and he was smart enough to utilize the opportunity and sunk his teeth deep into my lower lips. He made me rather horny by this double action and with his other hand when he grabbed my left boob, it was difficult to maintain the struggle that I had been doing.
Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I was groaning sighs of ecstasy though I still very offended by Nandu’s rough behavior.
Nandu: O mausi… you are so s-w-e-e-t! Aaah!
Realizing that I had started to response feebly to his lewd touches, he began to massage by naked tits more aggressively twisting my black nipples time and again with his fingers. Simultaneously he was pressing his erect tool on my pussy over my sari.
Nandu: Sorry mausi, but I was unable to keep myself in check seeing you. You are the most sexy woman of the world mausi… Are you still angry with me?
He kissed my thick cheek and looked straight in my eyes. I was a bit soft now hearing his “sorry” and started enjoying his loving touches.
Nandu: Just see… he cannot wait any long!
Saying that he pressed my pussy area with his crotch making me feel his hard lund there.
Me: Huh!
I tried to show that I was still angry, but then the very next moment what he did made me succumb to his doing. Nandu suddenly released me and got off my body and in one swift action he opened his pajama string and took out his hot dick and placed it right in front of my mouth. Like any married woman, I could not resist myself seeing his heard, erect tool and readily grabbed it forgetting everything!
Me: Ulssssssss…. Ulssssssss…. Chhhhhhhhh…. Ummmm…..
I was creating all sorts of sexy sounds as I sucked his dick lying on the bed. Nandu also was enjoying thoroughly as he had closed his eyes.
Suddenly…
“Ding Dong!” “Ding Dong!”
The doorbell was ringing. Was Manohar back? But that was unlikely because he should at least take half an hour to 45 minutes. Or it was someone else? We both quickly got up and tried to look decent. I pulled down my sari to cover my legs and mammaries and Nandu was busy tying his pajama. Nandu hurriedly went to the window and tried to see from the side who it was.
Nandu: Mausi, its mausa-ji!
Me: O my God! What to do?
Nandu: Don’t panic mausi! I will open the door and you go to the toilet and dress up.
Me: Right.
I almost ran to my room and got inside the toilet as my boobs were still out of my blouse and bra. I heard Nandu open the door. Manohar had some good reasons to get back early and that was indeed a narrow escape. Nandu departed in the evening and I did hug him very normally (as my husband was present there) before he left in the auto-rickshaw for station with Manohar. That was the end of my sexy escapades with my sister’s son, Nandu.
#### <<End of Narration of Sunita Bhabie >>
Sunita Bhabie was looking blankly at the ceiling. I could comprehend her mental state and gently held her arm. She smiled dryly at me and ended her drink with a deep sigh. I could hear the boys coming to the balcony and alerted Bhabie. In a moment, Manohar Uncle, Rajesh, and Ritesh appeared in the hotel verandah with their respective drinks.
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I unabashedly screamed louder and louder with pleasure as I was screwed deeper and deeper by this class XI young lad. He thrust his tool in and out, faster and slower, faster and slower, while his hands were not still even for a moment, either playing with my tits, or squeezing them, or tweaking my taut nipples, or fingering my navel. I was shouting at the top of my voice. Tears of pleasure were rolling in from my cheek as I felt the mounting great orgasm inside me – after so many days – after such ignornce from my husband!
Me: Aaaa… Aaaa… Aaaaa…. Please don’t stop Nandu…. Just don’t stop!
I continued to scream loudly as he thrusted inside me each time. My vaginal muscles were trying to cramp his cock, but unfortunately my path was much wider for his slim-sized cock. Since I was married for so long and having intercourse over years with Manohar, my vaginal path had grew wider and muscles there have slackened; so surely I was not getting that tight feeling with Nandu’s young cock, but still it was a very engrossing experience. Nandu also did not feel that pain, which he would normally get fucking a virgin girl. Still his face depicted that he was absorbed in his activity. I felt my whole body go rigid for a moment and I shuddered very violently following that. Looking right into Nandu’s face I continued to shudder and climaxed wildly with a scream.
Me: Ahhhhhhhh…… hhhhhhhhhh……Uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiii!
It was not possible for this young lad to take in any more and he let out a loud groan and within the next couple of thrusts his body arched in a bow-like-shape and he exploded inside me and my whole pussy was filled with his warm juice.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
It was so satisfying! There was no alternative to satisfy oneself other than a fuck for any married woman. I could feel Nandu’s cock getting out of my pussy losing its resilient status. Nandu now lay on top of my body totally exhausted. I closed my eyes and tried to cherish these very satisfying moments, though the uncomfortable part also remained for me, as I did not get the adequate discharge, which made me feel incomplete from the inside.
I do not know how long I was lying like that with closed eyes. Nandu got off me and went to the toilet and cleaned himself. I was still lying on my bed with my legs widely apart in a complete naked state. My pussy lips and pussy hair displayed shamelessly with Nandu’s juices still coming out of my pussy hole.
Nandu: Mausi, mausi! Get up and… err I mean wear something!
Me: Huh! Oh! Y-e-s.
Nandu: I mean if mausa-ji comes back…
I regained my senses immediately hearing the word “mausa-ji” from his mouth and involuntarily my right hand covered my bare tits. I got up though my pussy was aching significantly now. I remembered my doctor’s advice not to engage in sex for the next few days, which I violated today. Nandu was standing close to me and must be enjoying my stripped condition. I don’t know why I suddenly started to feel ashamed; probably my natural instincts were taking up control. I covered my freely hanging boobs with both hands and stood up. I looked at the mirror, which was at the bedside and blushed vigorously seeing me in that state. Nandu probably could even see my skin pores! I walked naked towards the toilet shamelessly and Nandu obviously was gaping at me. My boobs were swaying sexily with each step and I was rather undecided what to cover – my pussy, or my huge gaand, or my twin peaks!
Day #5 & Day #6
I took my time to regroup myself after that shameless session with Nandu, who was almost like my son. I was unable to make eye contact with Nandu and it seemed every time he was looking at me, he could see me nude through my clothes. I was unable to forget my shameless acts and that he had seen me in a completely stripped condition for a significant period of time. Fortunately, now-a-days I do not ‘meet’ with my husband on bed at all, otherwise would have had a very tough time explaining him how I got that nail mark on my right nipple. Manohar never got a clue what was happening behind his back! Indeed I was feeling very guilty every time I was looking at my husband’s eyes. Nandu also seemed to have been coiled in within himself after experiencing the joy of his first fuck.
Day #7
Today evening Nandu would leave for his home and I wanted to bid him goodbye in my own way. I was not getting the chance as Manohar was at home, but I got the opportunity later in the day when he was out for a short while for some reason. Nandu was in his room and I went there.
Me: Nandu!
Nandu: Y… yes mausi?
I collected all my strength and looked straight at his eyes. Nandu could not face that and lowered his eyes.
Me: Beta, whatever happened that day must remain strictly confidential. Keep that in mind. Under no circumstances you would discuss or share that with anybody. Promise?
Nandu: I know that mausi. You can trust me.
Me: Good. Before you leave…
Nandu: Can I come… I mean mausi, can I come close to you once?
Me: One minute. Nandu you must also promise that this would be the last time and henceforth we will again share our old relationship...
Nandu: Okay mausi, I promise. This will be the last time.
I looked at his eyes and indicated him to come near me. Frankly I was also desirous to hug him once before he leaves for his home. The next few minutes we were in each other’s arms and Nandu felt every inch of my curvaceous body with his hands and I also kissed him vehemently. As Nandu’s hands pressed and squeezed my blouse-covered boobs, my lips were taking the taste of his lips; while his hands were feeling the size of my ample hips, I was pressing my big boobs on his flat chest; while his hands rested squarely on my fleshy hips feeling its roundedness, my hands searched for his cock under his pajama and stroked it. Unfortunately, things were heating up again. Nandu probably realized as he was cupping my ass over my sari that I was not wearing a panty below and his next action rang alarm bells in my mind.
Nandu was slowly pulling my sari and petticoat up my legs and I could clearly figure out his desire to caress my naked buttocks. Though honestly I would also love to be touched that way, but I had to draw the line.
Me: Nandu! No. Don’t do that. Please.
Nandu: Mausi… please. One last time! I will not bother you from tomorrow!
Me: Nandu, I know that, but... Hey! No, no… S-t-o-p!
Before I could react properly in one swift action he was able to bunch up my sari and petticoat way up exposing till my thighs. As his cold hands touched my naked warm thighs I realized I was getting weak.
Me: Nandu, don’t do it. Please! Your… your mausa-ji will be back any moment.
By the time I could complete the sentence I could feel my huge gaand was fully uncovered by this boy. He hiked up my sari well over my waist and started squeezing my tight ass. I also shamelessly succumbed to his moves and hugged him tight to my body. Nandu now left my sari and it dropped retrieving some respect for me though his hands remained on my naked ass underneath my sari. He was pinching my ass, pressing and squashing my tight butt cheeks with both hands. This went on for some more moments and after he was fully satisfied with my gaand pressing, he took out his hands from my buttocks. Nandu was quite stimulated by that time as I could feel his hard lund under his pajama.
Nandu then hugged and started kissing my cheeks with a rejuvenated effort and he was pushing me so hard that I could not keep my balance and had to step back and almost fall on his bed. Nandu virtually pushed me on to his bed and as I sat on it he threw off my pallu off my shoulders. I tried to caution him, but it was too late.
Me: Nandu, behave yourself!
He was like a man-eater now, who had tasted blood once. He jumped on my twin boobs and grabbed them with both hands over my blouse and bra. I could clearly perceive the extra force in his moves and his actions today was so very definitive! I apprehended that he would definitely strip me now and I tried to stop him by holding his hands, but he seemed to be determined to disrobe me.
Me: Stop! Please…
My resistance was too feeble and he was trying to pull up my blouse and bra over my tight boobs.
Me: Nandu… Nandu, this way you will… you will tear my blouse!
But hardly did my reactions reached him and seeing that he was unable to open my blouse hooks quickly, the rascal simply put his hand right inside my blouse and grabbed my luscious mango. His facial expressions had changed and he looked very rough and compulsive. Though I was struggling hard to get myself free from his clutches he managed to pull out my left boob from my blouse! As soon I got the feel of his hand on my naked breast, my struggle lost some mileage and he took full advantage of that and in no time was able to pull out my right breast also over my blouse. I simply looked like a slut sitting like that on the edge of the bed!
Once he succeeded in making both my mammaries exposed over my dress, he took a respite and gaped very offensively at my twin peaks. In spite of being stimulated by his touches, I was feeling very dishonored and could not digest this rapist-like behavior from Nandu and slapped him hard.
Me: What do you think you are doing? You numbskull!
As I slapped and rebuked him, I tried to cover my boobs with my hands, but to my utter surprise Nandu just forcefully held my arms and pushed me to lie down on the bed against my will. In the span of a couple of days Nandu seemed to be a changed person! To my sheer disbelief, he just ignored my slap and was trying to pin me down! The innocence from his face had entirely disappeared!
Me: Nandu, you are crossing the limit! What sort of behavior is this?
Nandu did not care to reply to me and neither did he stop his lewd aggression. He held my arms firmly and was sniffing my chest area and was trying to lick my exposed nipples as I struggled to save my dignity.
Me: Nandu, don’t do this! Please! I am your mausi afterall!
Nandu: Just once mausi… one last time!
Me: What one last time?
Nandu: I want to… want to fuck you mausi! You are so sexy!
I could not believe my ears what I was hearing! My head was as if spinning. Was he the same innocent obedient Nandu whom I had toyed with last few days? I could not digest the fact that a young boy like Nandu was trying to take control over me! Before I could regain my composure he held my outstretched arms in one hand and took his free hand towards my waist and started pulling up my sari from over my legs. My feeling at that time was a very strange mixed one – it was a jumble up of my sexual desire and saving my self-respect. It was like getting molested in my own house!
Me: Nandu… please don’t! No… no… Stop it!
I exclaimed but to no effect! I was struggling to get up because my position was very vulnerable and Nandu was in full control as he was right on top of me. Nandu released my hands and thrusted my head back on the bed and tried to kiss my lips. I was trying my best to evade him now, but he suddenly twisted my stiff swollen right nipple so hard that I screamed out and he was smart enough to utilize the opportunity and sunk his teeth deep into my lower lips. He made me rather horny by this double action and with his other hand when he grabbed my left boob, it was difficult to maintain the struggle that I had been doing.
Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I was groaning sighs of ecstasy though I still very offended by Nandu’s rough behavior.
Nandu: O mausi… you are so s-w-e-e-t! Aaah!
Realizing that I had started to response feebly to his lewd touches, he began to massage by naked tits more aggressively twisting my black nipples time and again with his fingers. Simultaneously he was pressing his erect tool on my pussy over my sari.
Nandu: Sorry mausi, but I was unable to keep myself in check seeing you. You are the most sexy woman of the world mausi… Are you still angry with me?
He kissed my thick cheek and looked straight in my eyes. I was a bit soft now hearing his “sorry” and started enjoying his loving touches.
Nandu: Just see… he cannot wait any long!
Saying that he pressed my pussy area with his crotch making me feel his hard lund there.
Me: Huh!
I tried to show that I was still angry, but then the very next moment what he did made me succumb to his doing. Nandu suddenly released me and got off my body and in one swift action he opened his pajama string and took out his hot dick and placed it right in front of my mouth. Like any married woman, I could not resist myself seeing his heard, erect tool and readily grabbed it forgetting everything!
Me: Ulssssssss…. Ulssssssss…. Chhhhhhhhh…. Ummmm…..
I was creating all sorts of sexy sounds as I sucked his dick lying on the bed. Nandu also was enjoying thoroughly as he had closed his eyes.
Suddenly…
“Ding Dong!” “Ding Dong!”
The doorbell was ringing. Was Manohar back? But that was unlikely because he should at least take half an hour to 45 minutes. Or it was someone else? We both quickly got up and tried to look decent. I pulled down my sari to cover my legs and mammaries and Nandu was busy tying his pajama. Nandu hurriedly went to the window and tried to see from the side who it was.
Nandu: Mausi, its mausa-ji!
Me: O my God! What to do?
Nandu: Don’t panic mausi! I will open the door and you go to the toilet and dress up.
Me: Right.
I almost ran to my room and got inside the toilet as my boobs were still out of my blouse and bra. I heard Nandu open the door. Manohar had some good reasons to get back early and that was indeed a narrow escape. Nandu departed in the evening and I did hug him very normally (as my husband was present there) before he left in the auto-rickshaw for station with Manohar. That was the end of my sexy escapades with my sister’s son, Nandu.
#### <<End of Narration of Sunita Bhabie >>
Sunita Bhabie was looking blankly at the ceiling. I could comprehend her mental state and gently held her arm. She smiled dryly at me and ended her drink with a deep sigh. I could hear the boys coming to the balcony and alerted Bhabie. In a moment, Manohar Uncle, Rajesh, and Ritesh appeared in the hotel verandah with their respective drinks.
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