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That afternoon when she came to make lunch, I had a surprise ready for her. It was a saree that Mum had asked me to give to my teacher some years back which I had forgotten to give. She opened the package. It was an expensive yellow saree with green flowers on them. But she refused to take it, she was sure now that I was trying to sleep with her.. I asked her not be petty about. I just wanted to see if it made her look office type, whether wearing that would help her pass the office interview. She changed quickly and came back. She looked stunning sexy. Her long hair swept past her bust. Her naked belly was fairer than yellow saree. She had tied it low. I asked her to turn around. The saree was tight around her ass bringing out the contrast between her slim waist and plumpous round ass. My cock sprang up, it looked like I was trying hide a hammer in my fly. She noticed my honest salute to her beauty, she giggled a little. She looked great and she knew that. Despite herself, she was pleased with my present. I did not press it anymore and went back to washroom (later I learned she knew from my grunts that I was masturbating and that made her very horny, she knew one day soon we will have sex, the day was sooner than she thought). Later she served me a typical Bengali lunch. Fish curry and rice. I asked her to sit and eat with me. She was beginning to open up to me. She told her story while I ate lunch. She was studying in college, when she had this love affair (Much later she told she had this sex affair with three different married men, she wanted a good fuck once a day, She found that the problem with men is that they are so easily satisfied and performance quality is no guarantee, always non consistent). Her parents fearing the worst married her off to a strange man who worked as a welder from the city. She was months away from her degree, torn apart from her man and heartbroken.

Just to lighten her up I told her my story. She was surprised to know that I had no girlfriend. This was her time to return the compliment that I was such a good looking boy and that I should have many girl friends. I asked her if she would be my girl friend then. She laughed blushed, picked up the dish’s and took them to kitchen. I followed her to kitchen. I kissed her neck. She did not say anything. I tried to kiss her lips she turned her face away. She started washing the dish’s in the sink. So I came closer and cupped her breast and gently squeezed them. She continued to wash the utensils I continued to fondle her breast. She pushed me away several times with her hips, that only aroused me even more. (What I did not know at that time was she was also getting aroused, she welcomed my attention as she liked me. She longed to hold my cock, to feel its warmth and sense of security it transferred to her, only she thought that if she did not give me proper resistance I would think she was sluttish and loose respect for her). After having done her washing she asked me to teach her typing. She pushed me away and scolded me to behave myself. I taught her typing for one hr and in between squeeze her breast. I was thinking was making her pay enough for typing tutorial by touching her and maybe violating her modesty.This became our daily routine. I found she like the way I fondled her breast and sucked at her nipples. She was amazed how attached I had grown to her breast…

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