08-07-2024, 08:19 PM
Balaji: Cheer up uncle. We always enjoy your company. We should be the lucky ones. Right, mom?
Gayatri: Yes, Elango. You are like a family friend now. Having you for lunch is our pleasure.
Elango: Thank you, Gayatri. I'm glad to be here.
Balaji: Ok, enough of all this sentimentality. Let's all group hug and change it into a happy mood!
Gayatri was taken aback by this suggestion, but she didn't want to offend Balaji or Elango. She hesitated for a moment before agreeing, thinking that it was just a friendly gesture.
As they all hugged, Elango placed his hand over Gayatri's ass, hidden beneath her saree. She felt uncomfortable but didn't say anything, hoping that it was just a harmless mistake. Balaji and Elango eventually released their hold on Gayatri, and they all stepped back to continue their conversation.
Suddenly, Gayatri remembered that she needed to take some clothes off the terrace to wash them. She mentioned this to Balaji and Elango, and they both agreed to help her. As they made their way up the steps to the terrace, Elango found himself admiring Gayatri's figure from behind. She was wearing a beautiful saree that hugged her curves, and her 38-32-38 figure was on full display.
The rain started to drizzle, and Gayatri stopped to adjust her saree, which had begun to slip down her shoulders. Elango quickly stepped forward to help her, trying not to stare at her luscious derriere beneath the fabric. As they continued to the terrace, Elango's eyes never left Gayatri's backside, causing him to trip over a loose brick on the steps.
Gayatri: Oh no, Elango! Are you okay?
Elango: Yes, I'm fine. Just a little clumsy, I suppose.
Balaji: (laughing) You're always full of surprises, Elango!
Gayatri: (smiling) Yes, let's be careful on these steps. We don't want anyone getting hurt.
As they reached the terrace, Elango continued to ogle Gayatri's figure, his eyes taking in the sight of her curvaceous form beneath her saree. He tried to compose himself, focusing on the task at hand: collecting the clothes that needed to be washed.
Gayatri: I'll start gathering the clothes, you two can help me carry them down.
Elango: Of course, Gayatri. I'll help you with that.
As they began to collect the clothes, Elango couldn't help but steal glances at Gayatri's beautiful figure. He felt a mix of attraction and guilt, knowing that his thoughts were crossing a line. Despite this, he found himself drawn to her, unable to look away from her captivating presence.
The rain continued to fall, creating a soothing melody that filled the air. The three of them worked together in comfortable silence, their hands brushing against each other as they sorted through
Gayatri: Yes, Elango. You are like a family friend now. Having you for lunch is our pleasure.
Elango: Thank you, Gayatri. I'm glad to be here.
Balaji: Ok, enough of all this sentimentality. Let's all group hug and change it into a happy mood!
Gayatri was taken aback by this suggestion, but she didn't want to offend Balaji or Elango. She hesitated for a moment before agreeing, thinking that it was just a friendly gesture.
As they all hugged, Elango placed his hand over Gayatri's ass, hidden beneath her saree. She felt uncomfortable but didn't say anything, hoping that it was just a harmless mistake. Balaji and Elango eventually released their hold on Gayatri, and they all stepped back to continue their conversation.
Suddenly, Gayatri remembered that she needed to take some clothes off the terrace to wash them. She mentioned this to Balaji and Elango, and they both agreed to help her. As they made their way up the steps to the terrace, Elango found himself admiring Gayatri's figure from behind. She was wearing a beautiful saree that hugged her curves, and her 38-32-38 figure was on full display.
The rain started to drizzle, and Gayatri stopped to adjust her saree, which had begun to slip down her shoulders. Elango quickly stepped forward to help her, trying not to stare at her luscious derriere beneath the fabric. As they continued to the terrace, Elango's eyes never left Gayatri's backside, causing him to trip over a loose brick on the steps.
Gayatri: Oh no, Elango! Are you okay?
Elango: Yes, I'm fine. Just a little clumsy, I suppose.
Balaji: (laughing) You're always full of surprises, Elango!
Gayatri: (smiling) Yes, let's be careful on these steps. We don't want anyone getting hurt.
As they reached the terrace, Elango continued to ogle Gayatri's figure, his eyes taking in the sight of her curvaceous form beneath her saree. He tried to compose himself, focusing on the task at hand: collecting the clothes that needed to be washed.
Gayatri: I'll start gathering the clothes, you two can help me carry them down.
Elango: Of course, Gayatri. I'll help you with that.
As they began to collect the clothes, Elango couldn't help but steal glances at Gayatri's beautiful figure. He felt a mix of attraction and guilt, knowing that his thoughts were crossing a line. Despite this, he found himself drawn to her, unable to look away from her captivating presence.
The rain continued to fall, creating a soothing melody that filled the air. The three of them worked together in comfortable silence, their hands brushing against each other as they sorted through
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