AFTER 1 DAY
When I returned from work, I noticed there was a light on in Raghu Kaka's house. I knew he was home, so I called him.
I: "Kaka, TV dekhe saath me?"
Raghu Kaka: "Nahi memsaab, aap khade rahoge to maza nahi aayega."
I: "Aap niche mere ghar aa jao bas."
As he came into my house, I held his hand and made him sit in the chair. I turned on the TV and, before he could say anything, I hushed him, walked to the door, and locked it from the inside. I went over to the chair and sat on his lap.
I knew there were multiple solutions to the seating problem. We could have brought a chair from his house, or I could have simply used my mat as I usually do. We both knew this, but perhaps we both wanted this. I wanted to feel his body against mine.
I was wearing a saree and sat on his left side. To support me properly, he put his right hand on my bare waist. I did not oppose it; he caressed my waist for some time while we looked at each other. Then, we started watching TV.
His left hand was on my back and his right hand was on my waist. I could feel his lund against my gand as he was feeling hard with my touch. He moved his right hand all over my waist and belly, kneading & pressing me there. I did not resist, nor did I show how much I was enjoying his touch. He put his finger inside my navel and played there for a while.
Raghu Kaka: "Aapka badan kya mast hain memsaab, maza aaya aapke chikni kamar ke saath khelke."
Raghu Kaka: "Ab to mujhe har roz aapke sath aisehi TV dekhni hain."
I put my hand on his hairy chest.
I: "Agar aise dekhna hai to utna hi karna jo main tumhe karne dungi."
Raghu Kaka: "Bilkul memsaab."
I stayed on his lap for twenty to thirty minutes. He played with my waist, my back, and my gand over my saree. In return, I caressed his hairy chest every now and then.
When I returned from work, I noticed there was a light on in Raghu Kaka's house. I knew he was home, so I called him.
I: "Kaka, TV dekhe saath me?"
Raghu Kaka: "Nahi memsaab, aap khade rahoge to maza nahi aayega."
I: "Aap niche mere ghar aa jao bas."
As he came into my house, I held his hand and made him sit in the chair. I turned on the TV and, before he could say anything, I hushed him, walked to the door, and locked it from the inside. I went over to the chair and sat on his lap.
I knew there were multiple solutions to the seating problem. We could have brought a chair from his house, or I could have simply used my mat as I usually do. We both knew this, but perhaps we both wanted this. I wanted to feel his body against mine.
I was wearing a saree and sat on his left side. To support me properly, he put his right hand on my bare waist. I did not oppose it; he caressed my waist for some time while we looked at each other. Then, we started watching TV.
His left hand was on my back and his right hand was on my waist. I could feel his lund against my gand as he was feeling hard with my touch. He moved his right hand all over my waist and belly, kneading & pressing me there. I did not resist, nor did I show how much I was enjoying his touch. He put his finger inside my navel and played there for a while.
Raghu Kaka: "Aapka badan kya mast hain memsaab, maza aaya aapke chikni kamar ke saath khelke."
Raghu Kaka: "Ab to mujhe har roz aapke sath aisehi TV dekhni hain."
I put my hand on his hairy chest.
I: "Agar aise dekhna hai to utna hi karna jo main tumhe karne dungi."
Raghu Kaka: "Bilkul memsaab."
I stayed on his lap for twenty to thirty minutes. He played with my waist, my back, and my gand over my saree. In return, I caressed his hairy chest every now and then.
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