Update 21
Haria smiled wickedly and readily grabbed Urvasi’s left mammary and replicated Chacha-ji’s action. Haria’s hand as if could not wait to enter into her pinafore and touch Urvasi’s tender breast. She naturally was a bit uncomfortable with two males grabbing her two breasts and shuffled to remain calm. I noted that already her lips were parted and her legs were getting parted with this combo action!
Though I was not being caressed or fondled by anyone, but the sight of two males squeezing my young niece’s boobies had started taking its effect on me! At the window pane outside the room, I was standing – watching this very erotic and obscene scene – I could not stop myself from rubbing my choot with my free hand over my sari as I witnessed both Haria and Chacha-ji simply mauled Urvasi’s firm, spongy tits in tandem in front of my eyes! Unknowingly I was pressing my heavy boobs against the grill of the window to extract “artificial” pleasure and in the process even inadvertently sighed a few times probably due to the fact that I was missing all this “action” from my husband’s end!
As I looked on with a “famished” look, I observed that Chacha-ji was now slowly rotating his hand over the bulge of her right breast in a circular motion. The low-class servant naturally appeared to be more than obliged to follow that! And while doing this both males were trying their best stretching their fingers to feel the warm naked boob flesh oozing out over the bra of this the 17-year-old sexy girl. Urvasi was indeed quite excited and both males could easily outline her nipples inside her bra and were freely rubbing and poking her nipples with their fingers to make the young girl more thrilled and elated.
Within moments I noted that Haria was making sincere efforts to slid his fingers inside her bra and was trying to feel up more warm flesh of her naked breast! Moreover, the low class man, as he vigorously caressed Urvasi’s firm, rubber-tight breast with one hand, started massaging his erect dick inside his pants with his other hand! Urvasi was too young probably to object to that indecent action especially in presence of Chacha-ji. She had to tolerate it and Haria just continued to knead her young budding breast in the name ofd massage with one hand while stroked his khada lund openly with his other hand! Being a married woman my focus was naturally getting diverted towards his other hand which was stroking his thick erect cock inside his tight pants. I could easily make out his cock position standing tall inside his pant-cover!
Chacha-ji on the other hand was more controlled in his approach and was moving his hand in a circular motion as if as a part of the massage exercise which he promised to my young niece. As seconds ticked away and the groping was heavier and sexier, it was becoming almost impossible for Urvasi to stand still – she had already started to moan and groan, which were getting louder and shameless by the minute; she was shuffling vigorously in her standing posture and her waist swayed which was resulting her short skirt to dangle invitingly as she constantly parted and scuffed her feet. I noted that out of sheer thrill and excitement she had embraced Chacha-ji’s free arm with her hand to maintain her composure and her pink tender inviting lips remained open all the time as she gasped for breath in extreme pleasure.
Uravasi: Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh! Yessssss.... press there….more... more harder p-l-e-a-s-e!
Urvasi being a grownup girl of 17 unsurprisingly was getting to the brink in controlling her sexual elation and as she moaned more shamelessly. There was obviously more vigor shown by Haria listening to her soft sexy shrieks. And the very next action from Haria I thought was inevitable the way Chacha-ji had designed things!
Urvasi: Aaaaaaaooooouuuuucccchhhhhh! What are doing Hari Bhaiya!
Haria with one hand on Urvasi’s boob craftily pushed his other onto her skirt-covered ass and pressed her there. Obviously since my niece was naturally quite excited due to her breast groping, she did not react very rudely at her ass squeeze. She definitely could have slapped the servant trying to squeeze her ass over her skirt! Chacha-ji did not notice that instantly.
Chacha-ji: What happened Beti?
Urvasi: Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.... Err... I mean Nana-ji... he is pressing my... (she looked down her back)
Chacha-ji instantly recognized the filthy act of his servant. Haria was still cupping Urvasi’s fleshy gaand over her skirt and panty and the girl being already sexually excited could not outrightly reject that also. She was indeed enjoying the servant’s cupping on her fleshy ass. She probably was also feeling her juices stirring in her pussy and hence she was alert a bit and reacted.
Chacha-ji: Stop that! You ruffian! I asked you to massage her breast... not anywhere else!
Haria: Sorry Malik... mai socha...
Chacha-ji: Tu kya socha? Ke ye koi randi-type ladki hai ke apni choochi dabane diya... to iska matlab tu uski gaand bhi daba sakta hai... kahi bhi choo sakta hai? Eh?
Haria: Maafi Malik!
Chacha-ji: Sorry Beti... I hope you did not mind... he probably got a bit more excited pressing your doodh... not to worry! I will keep an eye.
Urvasi: O...okay... thanks Nana-ji...
Again both males started fondling my niece’s boobs and the scene was indeed too erotic! This went on for some minutes with Urvasi virtually gasping for breath as both males kneaded her sizable tits very strongly extracting all the pleasures of pressing a woman’s boobs over her bra!
I noted that within minutes Chacha-ji himself was simply trying to push his large palm inside Urvasi’s bra so that he could enjoy the complete roundedness and firmness of her firm naked breasts! Haira was already into it pushing his fingers more and more into Urvasi’s dense boob flesh inside her bra cup! I wondered the way things were developing these two males would surely tear open her bra any moment and make her completely topless!
Urvasi: Uuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Urvasi almost screamed in thrill and some pain as I realized both males were successful in pushing their hands inside her tight bra and were simultaneously pinching her naked nipples inside her brassiere! She screamed so loudly that I wondered if Sanjay (Chacha-ji’s handicapped son) could hear her clearly from the adjacent room and what would he conclude his father was doing to the female visitor!
Haria: Malik.... zara choos de Bitiya ki nipple??? Bilkul anar-dana jaisi hai!
My goodness! What was this low class man’s plan? I knew very well what could happen if Urvasi allowed that! Haria would immediately strip her of her top and bra and start sucking her nipples and would invariably make her lie down and then the rest would be as easy as cakewalk for him because being a woman I knew pretty well that a female gets extremely weak once she allows a male to suck her nipples. Was Haria planning to f*ck my niece here or what? What audacity! The rascal!
I was really getting concerned now! “I will have to step in... I cannot allow this to happen in front of my eyes!” I murmured in my mind.
Thankfully Chacha-ji had not gone out of his head.
Chacha-ji: Ek lafa marunga akal thikane aa jayega! Iske baad bolega nipple to choos diya ab Bitiya ki choot bhi choos doo! Eh? Sala harami ki pille! Ye Bina ki bhatiji hai... ye mat bhool... koi sadak-chap ladki nehi ke tu masti kar lega!
Haria: Maaf karna Malik!
All these conversations were going on with both males keeping their hands on Urvasi’s boobs! And I was most surprised that Urvasi continued to enjoy male hands on her bosom even when she heard what Haria’s actual intention was!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... thik hai... Chal! Phir se ekbar achhi tarah se masal de dono choochi ko.
Haria: Ji... ji Malik... zaroor!
Haria was more than happy to grab and squeeze Urvasi’s boobs, this time Chacha-ji gave him the opportunity to stand absolutely in front of her and grab and enjoy the feel of her full boobs with both hands. Haria started pressing and squeezing my niece’s boobs with both hands instantly and I noted that Urvasi had closed her eyes probably to avoid direct eye contact with the servant who was standing absolutely in front of her in a near-hug posture!
Chacha-ji: Very nice... yes... like that... squeeze slowly.... like that... hold and release slowly...
So saying and encouraging Haria, Chacha-ji causally patted Urvasi’s gaand over her skirt a couple of time indicating her to stand straight. This obscene thing went on for another minute or so and finally Chacha-ji deciding to cease it as it was getting late as well as the poor girl had enough boob groping at one go! Thankfully her bra was still in place and even after this heavy dose of groping had not given way!
Chacha-ji: Chal Haria! Bahut masti ho gaya aj ke liye! Ab Sanjay ke paas ja... he is alone!
Haria: Ji... ji Malik... (turning to Urvasi) Chalta hoon Bitiya... phir zaroorat pade iss kaam ke liye to zaroor bula lena Bitiya!
Urvasi, though was still panting and yet to recover from this heavy dose of boob grabbing and squeezing, smiled and nodded to him.
Chacha-ji: You know Beti... waise Haria is a nice guy... but he comes from the dirty low-class... so his thoughts are also filthy and not that structured.... hope you did not mind Beti as he desired to err... I mean... suck your choochi!
Urvasi (shyly): No, no Nana-ji... I... I didn’t mind.
Chacha-ji: Good! Par... I am very sure that you enjoyed his squeezes more than me... I guess? Eh? (smiling) Afterall Haria is much younger than me and a stout guy...
Urvasi (still visibly shy): Ji...
Chacha-ji (smiling): Hmm... you naughty girl! You prefer him over me?
Urvasi: Nehi... nehi Nana-ji! Aisi koi baat nehi!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... (smiling wickedly) But Beti... you did not give your feedback!
Urvasi: About what?
Chacha-ji: Arre... how was this combo massage? Did you enjoy it or not? Was it better than the breast massages you got from your boyfriends? Kuch to feedback do!
Urvasi naturally was a bit embarrassed at such a question and hence avoided direct eye contact with her Nana-ji. It goes without saying that she enjoyed it to the hilt as she herself confessed that this was the first time she was experiencing two males simultaneously touching her boobs!
Chacha-ji: Were you not satisfied Beti?
Urvasi: Yes, yes Nana-ji! It goes without saying... (she replied shamelessly though I noted that her face had turned a shade crimson)
Chacha-ji: I am sure you will see the difference in your breasts very soon if you continue to get massage there…
Urvasi (looking down): I also hope so and I am keen to get to Didi’s size.
Chacha-ji: Don’t worry Beti... you will surely get there if you can continue your breast massage.
Urvasi: But how do I know Nana-ji that I am being benefitted from these massages?
Chacha-ji: Oh! It’s simple Urvasi to know whether your mangoes are ripening or not?
Urvasi: Mangoes.... he he he...
She broke out in laughter with a shade of shyness as the elderly man compared her choochi to pake huye aam.
Chacha-ji: Abhi to aam ka hi season hai! Ha ha ha...
My niece continued to laugh and I noted she indeed looked extremely sexy laughing like that with a naughty smile on her face.
Chacha-ji: The very first thing you will notice Beti is… you will start feeling tight inside your bra…. Okay? That’s the easiest and most convenient way to know that your mangoes are ripening… (he smiled meaningfully)
Urvasi (still smiling away): O... okay Nana-ji.
Chacha-ji: Well... I think you better get dressed properly... your Mausi might come upstairs anytime... you never know!
Urvasi: Oh! I almost forgot that I am in Mausi’s place...
Chacha-ji: Ha ha ha... such is the power of my massage!
Urvasi again smiled sexily and started adjusting her bra and pinafore before buttoning up her college top. She was not at all hesitant in front of Chacha-ji as if she was changing in front of her father! She openly adjusted her bra straps in front of the 50-year-old man giving him a complete view of her bra-covered inviting boob front and naked belly peeping out of her unbuttoned top!
I also realized that it was time for me to hurry downstairs as Urvasi would soon descend. I immediately retracted my steps and went down to Natasha and my baby. It was good to see that he was playing on Natasha’s lap for so long and did not cry at all!
After a while I noted Urvasi was back and she tried to behave as normally as possible in front of me. I also did not exhibit anything in my talks so that she suspects anything though unknowingly I was probably a bit “cold” to her.
Soon Ram also was back with my elder sister. As soon as they were back again there were lots of chat - Ram with her two sisters and me with Nandini. Our gossiping and chitchats continued for long and it was almost dinnertime.
Just when my cooking was over for dinner Chacha-ji called me from upstairs. He was halfway down the stairs. Ram was busy with her sisters with Harpal in their lap while my Didi was cooking with me. I excused myself and went to hear what Chacha-ji had to say.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji...
As I climbed up the steps and Chacha-ji was standing on the landing and looking at me from above, I had to be careful being bra-less and my big firm boobs were naturally swaying sexily inside my blouse as I climbed up the steps.
Chacha-ji: Do you have 5 minutes time Beti? You seem to be too engaged with Nandini… though natural…He He he...
Me: We are staying together after so, so many days... that’s why the enthusiasm is so high….
Chacha-ji: True, true... I do not deny that…. come this side.
He indicated me to come to one side of the landing of the stairs and this was a bit secluded place from the hurly-burly going on downstairs.
Me: Anything serious Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Not that serious… but I cannot term it casual too…. so just wanted to ask and discuss a few important things.
I looked questionably at him. I could not wipe off the scene that I just an hour ago when he was joyfully exploiting my young niece and even indulged his servant into it!
Chacha-ji: Beti... in this hustle and bustle… I completely forgot to ask you… how was your encounter with Ram this morning before Nandini and her daughters came?
My face immediately turned pale. I was motionless and stood like a statue. How could Chacha-ji know about my close and passionate session with my son in the morning? I was totally taken aback and momentarily had simply nothing to reply!
Chacha-ji: Kya hua Beti? Arre actually... since these people were there since the morning I did not get an opportunity to ask you... plus .... I had to look after Sanjay as you know… (paused and looked at my eyes straight) …I got some time now... so thought of asking you whether you were able to shed your stiffness in front of Ram... which I noted even last evening while taking the biology practical class!
I was still trying to search down my mind how my landlord could know about my secret development with my son!
Chacha-ji (looking a bit surprised): What happened Beti! Are you… are you okay?
Me (fumbling terribly with dry lips in nervousness): Err... ha.... Cha... Chacha-ji... it was goo... goo….good.
Chacha-ji: Arre Beti! What good? What happened? Arre give me some details! If you do not give me the fine points, I will not be able to plan further for Ram. Don’t forget Beti that one or two close sessions are not enough for the unfathomable craving and keenness Ram has and we need to get him out of his addiction towards porn books… Have you forgotten that?
I had by that time recovered myself from my fumbling and though I was extremely dejected over the way this elderly man groped my young niece hours ago, I realized at that point that his goal had not shifted and he was still equally concerned about my son’s well being.
Me: Ji... ji Chacha-ji. I… have not forgotten that! Hoiw can I foregt it? He is my son afterall!
Chacha-ji: That’s why I asked! What did you do in the morning and how much satisfied did you notice Ram after you...
Me: Err… yes Chacha-ji... I just... I mean... I just replicated what you did yesterday evening... I mean… the practical class that you conducted... err... I just helped him to revise his lessons.
Chacha-ji: Wow! That’s very good out of the box thinking Beti! I like it! Good to see that you are also thinking about your son’s interests.
Chacha-ji casually patted my shoulder. I smiled shyly, but I felt extremely shy and shameful inside as I only knew what I did with Ram and how far I went ahead! I could not deny the fact in any way that had I been a bit more casual and soft and preferred to enjoy my pleasures further, today Ram would surely have strip me and made me completely naked! How shameless I had been… now I realize when I look back. I felt scared to think of the outcome!
Chacha-ji: During the practical class with him.... did you... I mean.... (lowering his voice) were you close enough to the boy?
Out of natural shyness I avoided eye contact with Chacha-ji and looked down and nodded affirmatively.
Chacha-ji: Did you... I mean Beti... did you create the opportunity to get close enough? I mean were you able to initiate a scope to hug and kiss him and err… did Ram get to kiss you Beti?
I was already breathing heavily and my heavy bosom was going up and down quite prominently under my blouse and sari cover; more so as I was bra-less inside. I tried to control my breathing and just nodded to my landlord.
Chacha-ji: Excellent Beti! Why I say this... you always keep this in mind that only visual pleasure is not enough for Ram who is already exposed to pornographic materials where pictures of semi-naked and naked women are abundant and vivid descriptions of female body are already there.
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: So you have to lure and feed him with closeness and… and intimacy will automatically phase in hugging, kissing, and sucking.
I had started to feel uncomfortable naturally but since this was related to my son’s interest, I tried to remain calm though I had dry lips already and continued to breathe heavy which was rather evident to the elderly man from my heavy milk-filled boobs going up and down inside my blouse.
Chacha-ji (in a whispering voice): I hope… err… I mean though it goes without saying Beti... I hope at that time you also exposed yourself simultaneously to make it exciting for Ram?
Chacha-ji always asked so direct and frank questions that at times it was very difficult to reply being a woman answering to a man. I just shyly nodded negatively.
Chacha-ji: Kya Beti! This is not expected from you! When you got the opportunity…you should have exposed your jawani! You must value that it means a lot to Ram’s young fickle mind…. apni choochi... gaand... jaanhge... kuch bhi nehi dikhayi Ram ko??? Strange!
Chacha-ji’s voice clearly depicted that he was annoyed with me.
Chacha-ji: Did I not tell you Beti to utilize all opportunities?
I realized Chacha-ji did not have the idea how passionate that session was and how close I had been to my son which I could clearly quantify at that time from his totally khada lund which I held for majority of the time.
And every woman knows that the best way to assess if a male is excited or not is to check his dick!
I comprehended that I must explain to him otherwise this elderly man would keep on questioning me and keep embarrassing me!
Me (looking around just to check no one was overhearing us): Chacha-ji... actually at that time I was not in my sari… so that… I mean… I could drop my pallu or open the sari... actually I was… I mean… I was…
Chacha-ji: … in your housecoat? That you usually wear in the morning?
Me: Yes… err… I mean no… I mean… maine housecoat utar dii thi…
Chacha-ji: I see… so you were wearing a nighty I guess at that time?
Me: Ji…. I mean… (I had to be extremely shameless to share to my landlord that I was just wearing my nighty at that time in front of my son with nothing inside, meaning I was not wearing any bra or panty!) …I was… I was wearing a nighty only… so that… err… I mean…
I had to be awfully barefaced to make him understand that I really made efforts to look tempting to my son.
Me: …and Chacha-ji… I had to feed Harpal soon after that… err… hence… I mean… I had nothing inside… so that Ram had enough to see… I mean… (I paused and felt some shortness of breath as if explaining all this) …and then I just tried to copy your practical class of yesterday in order to explain the topics that you listed...
Chacha-ji: Which topics?
Me: Umm... I mean... like lips...
My heavy boobs were looking very sexy moving up and down constantly and faster now due to my compromised talking. I tried to pull my sari pallu to cover the movement only to make it more underlined in the eye’s of my elderly landlord!
Me: I was... I mean Chacha-ji… I was able to get very close to Ram as… during the practical class... actually that’s the reason… I mean... I did not require to remove my dress.
Chacha-ji: I see! I see! That’s good to know… but Ram’s perception is more important here… not yours Beti! Did Ram feel you adequately over your nighty?
It seemed to me like a security officer interrogation session the way Chacha-ji was digging deep into this private and sensitive matter.
Me: Err…..I think so….
Chacha-ji: Did you allow Ram to press and squeeze your breasts… I mean feel your breasts sufficiently… because that is very important…
Me (I naturally got irritated now; it was too much for a woman to answer that I reacted): What’s this! I am feeling insulted! I already told you Chacha-ji… I was very close to him!
Chacha-ji: Bina Beti… Bina Beti! I know you are getting annoyed as it’s embarrassing to answer such intimate things… (he continued in his calm, cold voice) ...but I have taken this matter very seriously about Ram as I care for him... as much as you do... and for that reason I am thinking about various ways to keep him away from his dirty habit… and for that I need to know the details…
He paused a little; I was looking at the floor still feeling insulted. .
Chacha-ji: Details meaning… your state, your exposure, your nakedness or semi-nakedness, and Ram’s reaction… as well as his erection! Do you know Bina that your son seems to be an avid breast-lover?
Me: W-h-a-t? (I almost shouted)
Chacha-ji: Beti… be calm and try to understand your son’s situation! (pasung a little) I took out time and reviewed the books that he is addicted to and found out something. You know what Beti?
Me (still was feeling somewhat irritated): What?
Chacha-ji: I found that most of the pornographic picture books in his collegebag had lots of women’s pictures (he lowered his voice) ...with big naked breasts… you know... but strangely not much of pussy pics. He must have chosen those porn books having pictures of women with big naked tits which in a way prove that he is an ardent breast-lover rather than always looking for a pussy, which is the general male tendency!
As I listened to his explanation, honestly I was bowled over! I was impressed and had nothing to say the way Chacha-ji had studied every aspect in this regard!
Chacha-ji: You were getting angry with me Beti... you were feeling insulted being a woman to reply to such questions Beti… but for this specific reason I was demanding minute details… because I am concerned how much of Ram’s craving and hidden desire about this aspect was meet up.
Me: Oh! Now I get you Chacha-ji... but how would I know!
The feeling of dejection in me quickly evaporated and I appreciated in my mind the way Chacha-ji was assessing and working for my son!
Chacha-ji: But you should have anticipated that Beti because from the very beginning he is eyeing your breasts… isn’t it? Starting from your breastfeeding and even before that also...
Me: Hmm… (I nodded in agreement)
Chacha-ji: And that was not simply because of teen male curiosity which you or I might have thought... but it is because Ram is fond of big-breasted woman and that’s why he loves looking at your bosom and you are very lucky Beti… that you have a very nice pair of choochi – full, firm, and well-developed just as Ram fantasizes looking at the pornographic books!
My cheeks immediately got red as Chacha-ji mentioned the last few words and indirectly compared my tits with the porn models whose pictures are printed in the books.
Me (shyly whispered): Err… I am… I ma sorry about that Chacha-ji... err... I got a bit aggravated...
Chacha-ji: Arre its okay Beti… I didn’t mind! I am just trying all avenues to take Ram out of his dirty habit and that’s why I was asking you so minutely...
Seeing his caring nature for my son, this time I myself was proactive before he could question and tried to explain how close I went in the morning.
Me: Thanks Chacha-ji… now I completely understand you... and… and I mean... I can assure you that in the morning I gave Ram... err... I mean Chacha-ji... I gave Ram full opportunity to... to touch and fondle me … (I clenched my lips in shyness) …err… to touch and press my choochi Chacha-ji… and... and as I was not wearing anything under my nighty at that time… he… I mean… he obviously got a good feel of my choochi!
I went to my limit probably of verbal shamelessness to describe my landlord how brazenly I presented myself to my growing son!
Chacha-ji: Wah! Very good progress Beti! But one thing… did you check while you were close with Ram that he got a… I mean… (again lowering his voice) …that Ram got a full hard-on? Uske pants ke undar feel kiye tum Beti? Ya fir sharm ke mare uska lund tak haat nehi pahucha?
Me (my cheeks immediately got absolutely crimson and I giggled): Nehi nehi sharm kaisa!
Chacha-ji: Right! When you get close to him he is your lover… just think that way!
Me: Ji Chacha-ji aur... err... I mean... yes, I did note ke uska... I mean.... uska lund puri tarah se khada ho gaya tha…I mean... I saw that inside his pants...
Out of some shame that still persisted in me, I could not relate to my elderly landlord that I had taken out my son’s erect dick and had grabbed his young vibrant rod in my hand and truthfully during that passionate episode I truly had a gala time enjoying the hardness and erectness of my son’s sizable dick!
Chacha-ji (smiling): Good, good… that’s what I wanted to know Beti! Because it’s of utmost importance as if he gets a regular hard-on from you, he will not seek those porno books for masturbating! Are you getting the point?
As soon as I heard the word “masturbating” I felt more embarrassed and I could realize my ears had also turned red in my shyness. My face crimson, ears red in shame, eyes looking down, lips dry out of nervousness, my thighs emitting heat under my sari, and my boobs trying to pop out of my blouse due to my heavy breathing – Chacha-ji had the unique power to heat me up through verbal mode only!
All I could utter was a “Ji Chacha-ji!”
Chacha-ji: But now is the time for acid test Beti.
I tried to remain normal as much as possible and looked questionably at the elderly man. I instantly did not get what he meant.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... baat ko samjho thik se! Till now Ram was exposed to you and you only as the woman of his desire.... right?
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: You carried yourself very nicely and attractively before Ram as a woman of desire - sometimes by dropping your pallu to expose your sizable breasts, sometimes walking in a sexy manner swaying your big ass, sometimes in a flimsy nighty, sometimes wearing low waist saris… so on and so forth... Right?
Me: Ji…as you guided me I followed.
Chacha-ji: Exactly so, and in the process you even started breast-feeding your baby in front of him by opening your blouse... right?
Me (avoided eye contact with him out of natural shyness): Ji.
Chacha-ji: You even agreed to me to wear modern dresses at home for which you gave measurement to Haria also.
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: All these for your son’s sake with the aim that the more you do skin exposure, more appealing you would look to Ram... right?
I just nodded, still avoiding eye contact with him. In the evening I was hearing of “netra-chodan” which a man does to a woman but now it seemed as if “chatter chodan” was going on with me!
Chacha-ji: We will surely continue this, but now we suddenly we have a challenging setting. Do you realize that Beti?
I twisted my full succulent lips and indicated a “no”.
Though I was not being caressed or fondled by anyone, but the sight of two males squeezing my young niece’s boobies had started taking its effect on me! At the window pane outside the room, I was standing – watching this very erotic and obscene scene – I could not stop myself from rubbing my choot with my free hand over my sari as I witnessed both Haria and Chacha-ji simply mauled Urvasi’s firm, spongy tits in tandem in front of my eyes! Unknowingly I was pressing my heavy boobs against the grill of the window to extract “artificial” pleasure and in the process even inadvertently sighed a few times probably due to the fact that I was missing all this “action” from my husband’s end!
As I looked on with a “famished” look, I observed that Chacha-ji was now slowly rotating his hand over the bulge of her right breast in a circular motion. The low-class servant naturally appeared to be more than obliged to follow that! And while doing this both males were trying their best stretching their fingers to feel the warm naked boob flesh oozing out over the bra of this the 17-year-old sexy girl. Urvasi was indeed quite excited and both males could easily outline her nipples inside her bra and were freely rubbing and poking her nipples with their fingers to make the young girl more thrilled and elated.
Within moments I noted that Haria was making sincere efforts to slid his fingers inside her bra and was trying to feel up more warm flesh of her naked breast! Moreover, the low class man, as he vigorously caressed Urvasi’s firm, rubber-tight breast with one hand, started massaging his erect dick inside his pants with his other hand! Urvasi was too young probably to object to that indecent action especially in presence of Chacha-ji. She had to tolerate it and Haria just continued to knead her young budding breast in the name ofd massage with one hand while stroked his khada lund openly with his other hand! Being a married woman my focus was naturally getting diverted towards his other hand which was stroking his thick erect cock inside his tight pants. I could easily make out his cock position standing tall inside his pant-cover!
Chacha-ji on the other hand was more controlled in his approach and was moving his hand in a circular motion as if as a part of the massage exercise which he promised to my young niece. As seconds ticked away and the groping was heavier and sexier, it was becoming almost impossible for Urvasi to stand still – she had already started to moan and groan, which were getting louder and shameless by the minute; she was shuffling vigorously in her standing posture and her waist swayed which was resulting her short skirt to dangle invitingly as she constantly parted and scuffed her feet. I noted that out of sheer thrill and excitement she had embraced Chacha-ji’s free arm with her hand to maintain her composure and her pink tender inviting lips remained open all the time as she gasped for breath in extreme pleasure.
Uravasi: Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh! Yessssss.... press there….more... more harder p-l-e-a-s-e!
Urvasi being a grownup girl of 17 unsurprisingly was getting to the brink in controlling her sexual elation and as she moaned more shamelessly. There was obviously more vigor shown by Haria listening to her soft sexy shrieks. And the very next action from Haria I thought was inevitable the way Chacha-ji had designed things!
Urvasi: Aaaaaaaooooouuuuucccchhhhhh! What are doing Hari Bhaiya!
Haria with one hand on Urvasi’s boob craftily pushed his other onto her skirt-covered ass and pressed her there. Obviously since my niece was naturally quite excited due to her breast groping, she did not react very rudely at her ass squeeze. She definitely could have slapped the servant trying to squeeze her ass over her skirt! Chacha-ji did not notice that instantly.
Chacha-ji: What happened Beti?
Urvasi: Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.... Err... I mean Nana-ji... he is pressing my... (she looked down her back)
Chacha-ji instantly recognized the filthy act of his servant. Haria was still cupping Urvasi’s fleshy gaand over her skirt and panty and the girl being already sexually excited could not outrightly reject that also. She was indeed enjoying the servant’s cupping on her fleshy ass. She probably was also feeling her juices stirring in her pussy and hence she was alert a bit and reacted.
Chacha-ji: Stop that! You ruffian! I asked you to massage her breast... not anywhere else!
Haria: Sorry Malik... mai socha...
Chacha-ji: Tu kya socha? Ke ye koi randi-type ladki hai ke apni choochi dabane diya... to iska matlab tu uski gaand bhi daba sakta hai... kahi bhi choo sakta hai? Eh?
Haria: Maafi Malik!
Chacha-ji: Sorry Beti... I hope you did not mind... he probably got a bit more excited pressing your doodh... not to worry! I will keep an eye.
Urvasi: O...okay... thanks Nana-ji...
Again both males started fondling my niece’s boobs and the scene was indeed too erotic! This went on for some minutes with Urvasi virtually gasping for breath as both males kneaded her sizable tits very strongly extracting all the pleasures of pressing a woman’s boobs over her bra!
I noted that within minutes Chacha-ji himself was simply trying to push his large palm inside Urvasi’s bra so that he could enjoy the complete roundedness and firmness of her firm naked breasts! Haira was already into it pushing his fingers more and more into Urvasi’s dense boob flesh inside her bra cup! I wondered the way things were developing these two males would surely tear open her bra any moment and make her completely topless!
Urvasi: Uuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Urvasi almost screamed in thrill and some pain as I realized both males were successful in pushing their hands inside her tight bra and were simultaneously pinching her naked nipples inside her brassiere! She screamed so loudly that I wondered if Sanjay (Chacha-ji’s handicapped son) could hear her clearly from the adjacent room and what would he conclude his father was doing to the female visitor!
Haria: Malik.... zara choos de Bitiya ki nipple??? Bilkul anar-dana jaisi hai!
My goodness! What was this low class man’s plan? I knew very well what could happen if Urvasi allowed that! Haria would immediately strip her of her top and bra and start sucking her nipples and would invariably make her lie down and then the rest would be as easy as cakewalk for him because being a woman I knew pretty well that a female gets extremely weak once she allows a male to suck her nipples. Was Haria planning to f*ck my niece here or what? What audacity! The rascal!
I was really getting concerned now! “I will have to step in... I cannot allow this to happen in front of my eyes!” I murmured in my mind.
Thankfully Chacha-ji had not gone out of his head.
Chacha-ji: Ek lafa marunga akal thikane aa jayega! Iske baad bolega nipple to choos diya ab Bitiya ki choot bhi choos doo! Eh? Sala harami ki pille! Ye Bina ki bhatiji hai... ye mat bhool... koi sadak-chap ladki nehi ke tu masti kar lega!
Haria: Maaf karna Malik!
All these conversations were going on with both males keeping their hands on Urvasi’s boobs! And I was most surprised that Urvasi continued to enjoy male hands on her bosom even when she heard what Haria’s actual intention was!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... thik hai... Chal! Phir se ekbar achhi tarah se masal de dono choochi ko.
Haria: Ji... ji Malik... zaroor!
Haria was more than happy to grab and squeeze Urvasi’s boobs, this time Chacha-ji gave him the opportunity to stand absolutely in front of her and grab and enjoy the feel of her full boobs with both hands. Haria started pressing and squeezing my niece’s boobs with both hands instantly and I noted that Urvasi had closed her eyes probably to avoid direct eye contact with the servant who was standing absolutely in front of her in a near-hug posture!
Chacha-ji: Very nice... yes... like that... squeeze slowly.... like that... hold and release slowly...
So saying and encouraging Haria, Chacha-ji causally patted Urvasi’s gaand over her skirt a couple of time indicating her to stand straight. This obscene thing went on for another minute or so and finally Chacha-ji deciding to cease it as it was getting late as well as the poor girl had enough boob groping at one go! Thankfully her bra was still in place and even after this heavy dose of groping had not given way!
Chacha-ji: Chal Haria! Bahut masti ho gaya aj ke liye! Ab Sanjay ke paas ja... he is alone!
Haria: Ji... ji Malik... (turning to Urvasi) Chalta hoon Bitiya... phir zaroorat pade iss kaam ke liye to zaroor bula lena Bitiya!
Urvasi, though was still panting and yet to recover from this heavy dose of boob grabbing and squeezing, smiled and nodded to him.
Chacha-ji: You know Beti... waise Haria is a nice guy... but he comes from the dirty low-class... so his thoughts are also filthy and not that structured.... hope you did not mind Beti as he desired to err... I mean... suck your choochi!
Urvasi (shyly): No, no Nana-ji... I... I didn’t mind.
Chacha-ji: Good! Par... I am very sure that you enjoyed his squeezes more than me... I guess? Eh? (smiling) Afterall Haria is much younger than me and a stout guy...
Urvasi (still visibly shy): Ji...
Chacha-ji (smiling): Hmm... you naughty girl! You prefer him over me?
Urvasi: Nehi... nehi Nana-ji! Aisi koi baat nehi!
Chacha-ji: Hmm... (smiling wickedly) But Beti... you did not give your feedback!
Urvasi: About what?
Chacha-ji: Arre... how was this combo massage? Did you enjoy it or not? Was it better than the breast massages you got from your boyfriends? Kuch to feedback do!
Urvasi naturally was a bit embarrassed at such a question and hence avoided direct eye contact with her Nana-ji. It goes without saying that she enjoyed it to the hilt as she herself confessed that this was the first time she was experiencing two males simultaneously touching her boobs!
Chacha-ji: Were you not satisfied Beti?
Urvasi: Yes, yes Nana-ji! It goes without saying... (she replied shamelessly though I noted that her face had turned a shade crimson)
Chacha-ji: I am sure you will see the difference in your breasts very soon if you continue to get massage there…
Urvasi (looking down): I also hope so and I am keen to get to Didi’s size.
Chacha-ji: Don’t worry Beti... you will surely get there if you can continue your breast massage.
Urvasi: But how do I know Nana-ji that I am being benefitted from these massages?
Chacha-ji: Oh! It’s simple Urvasi to know whether your mangoes are ripening or not?
Urvasi: Mangoes.... he he he...
She broke out in laughter with a shade of shyness as the elderly man compared her choochi to pake huye aam.
Chacha-ji: Abhi to aam ka hi season hai! Ha ha ha...
My niece continued to laugh and I noted she indeed looked extremely sexy laughing like that with a naughty smile on her face.
Chacha-ji: The very first thing you will notice Beti is… you will start feeling tight inside your bra…. Okay? That’s the easiest and most convenient way to know that your mangoes are ripening… (he smiled meaningfully)
Urvasi (still smiling away): O... okay Nana-ji.
Chacha-ji: Well... I think you better get dressed properly... your Mausi might come upstairs anytime... you never know!
Urvasi: Oh! I almost forgot that I am in Mausi’s place...
Chacha-ji: Ha ha ha... such is the power of my massage!
Urvasi again smiled sexily and started adjusting her bra and pinafore before buttoning up her college top. She was not at all hesitant in front of Chacha-ji as if she was changing in front of her father! She openly adjusted her bra straps in front of the 50-year-old man giving him a complete view of her bra-covered inviting boob front and naked belly peeping out of her unbuttoned top!
I also realized that it was time for me to hurry downstairs as Urvasi would soon descend. I immediately retracted my steps and went down to Natasha and my baby. It was good to see that he was playing on Natasha’s lap for so long and did not cry at all!
After a while I noted Urvasi was back and she tried to behave as normally as possible in front of me. I also did not exhibit anything in my talks so that she suspects anything though unknowingly I was probably a bit “cold” to her.
Soon Ram also was back with my elder sister. As soon as they were back again there were lots of chat - Ram with her two sisters and me with Nandini. Our gossiping and chitchats continued for long and it was almost dinnertime.
Just when my cooking was over for dinner Chacha-ji called me from upstairs. He was halfway down the stairs. Ram was busy with her sisters with Harpal in their lap while my Didi was cooking with me. I excused myself and went to hear what Chacha-ji had to say.
Me: Yes Chacha-ji...
As I climbed up the steps and Chacha-ji was standing on the landing and looking at me from above, I had to be careful being bra-less and my big firm boobs were naturally swaying sexily inside my blouse as I climbed up the steps.
Chacha-ji: Do you have 5 minutes time Beti? You seem to be too engaged with Nandini… though natural…He He he...
Me: We are staying together after so, so many days... that’s why the enthusiasm is so high….
Chacha-ji: True, true... I do not deny that…. come this side.
He indicated me to come to one side of the landing of the stairs and this was a bit secluded place from the hurly-burly going on downstairs.
Me: Anything serious Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Not that serious… but I cannot term it casual too…. so just wanted to ask and discuss a few important things.
I looked questionably at him. I could not wipe off the scene that I just an hour ago when he was joyfully exploiting my young niece and even indulged his servant into it!
Chacha-ji: Beti... in this hustle and bustle… I completely forgot to ask you… how was your encounter with Ram this morning before Nandini and her daughters came?
My face immediately turned pale. I was motionless and stood like a statue. How could Chacha-ji know about my close and passionate session with my son in the morning? I was totally taken aback and momentarily had simply nothing to reply!
Chacha-ji: Kya hua Beti? Arre actually... since these people were there since the morning I did not get an opportunity to ask you... plus .... I had to look after Sanjay as you know… (paused and looked at my eyes straight) …I got some time now... so thought of asking you whether you were able to shed your stiffness in front of Ram... which I noted even last evening while taking the biology practical class!
I was still trying to search down my mind how my landlord could know about my secret development with my son!
Chacha-ji (looking a bit surprised): What happened Beti! Are you… are you okay?
Me (fumbling terribly with dry lips in nervousness): Err... ha.... Cha... Chacha-ji... it was goo... goo….good.
Chacha-ji: Arre Beti! What good? What happened? Arre give me some details! If you do not give me the fine points, I will not be able to plan further for Ram. Don’t forget Beti that one or two close sessions are not enough for the unfathomable craving and keenness Ram has and we need to get him out of his addiction towards porn books… Have you forgotten that?
I had by that time recovered myself from my fumbling and though I was extremely dejected over the way this elderly man groped my young niece hours ago, I realized at that point that his goal had not shifted and he was still equally concerned about my son’s well being.
Me: Ji... ji Chacha-ji. I… have not forgotten that! Hoiw can I foregt it? He is my son afterall!
Chacha-ji: That’s why I asked! What did you do in the morning and how much satisfied did you notice Ram after you...
Me: Err… yes Chacha-ji... I just... I mean... I just replicated what you did yesterday evening... I mean… the practical class that you conducted... err... I just helped him to revise his lessons.
Chacha-ji: Wow! That’s very good out of the box thinking Beti! I like it! Good to see that you are also thinking about your son’s interests.
Chacha-ji casually patted my shoulder. I smiled shyly, but I felt extremely shy and shameful inside as I only knew what I did with Ram and how far I went ahead! I could not deny the fact in any way that had I been a bit more casual and soft and preferred to enjoy my pleasures further, today Ram would surely have strip me and made me completely naked! How shameless I had been… now I realize when I look back. I felt scared to think of the outcome!
Chacha-ji: During the practical class with him.... did you... I mean.... (lowering his voice) were you close enough to the boy?
Out of natural shyness I avoided eye contact with Chacha-ji and looked down and nodded affirmatively.
Chacha-ji: Did you... I mean Beti... did you create the opportunity to get close enough? I mean were you able to initiate a scope to hug and kiss him and err… did Ram get to kiss you Beti?
I was already breathing heavily and my heavy bosom was going up and down quite prominently under my blouse and sari cover; more so as I was bra-less inside. I tried to control my breathing and just nodded to my landlord.
Chacha-ji: Excellent Beti! Why I say this... you always keep this in mind that only visual pleasure is not enough for Ram who is already exposed to pornographic materials where pictures of semi-naked and naked women are abundant and vivid descriptions of female body are already there.
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: So you have to lure and feed him with closeness and… and intimacy will automatically phase in hugging, kissing, and sucking.
I had started to feel uncomfortable naturally but since this was related to my son’s interest, I tried to remain calm though I had dry lips already and continued to breathe heavy which was rather evident to the elderly man from my heavy milk-filled boobs going up and down inside my blouse.
Chacha-ji (in a whispering voice): I hope… err… I mean though it goes without saying Beti... I hope at that time you also exposed yourself simultaneously to make it exciting for Ram?
Chacha-ji always asked so direct and frank questions that at times it was very difficult to reply being a woman answering to a man. I just shyly nodded negatively.
Chacha-ji: Kya Beti! This is not expected from you! When you got the opportunity…you should have exposed your jawani! You must value that it means a lot to Ram’s young fickle mind…. apni choochi... gaand... jaanhge... kuch bhi nehi dikhayi Ram ko??? Strange!
Chacha-ji’s voice clearly depicted that he was annoyed with me.
Chacha-ji: Did I not tell you Beti to utilize all opportunities?
I realized Chacha-ji did not have the idea how passionate that session was and how close I had been to my son which I could clearly quantify at that time from his totally khada lund which I held for majority of the time.
And every woman knows that the best way to assess if a male is excited or not is to check his dick!
I comprehended that I must explain to him otherwise this elderly man would keep on questioning me and keep embarrassing me!
Me (looking around just to check no one was overhearing us): Chacha-ji... actually at that time I was not in my sari… so that… I mean… I could drop my pallu or open the sari... actually I was… I mean… I was…
Chacha-ji: … in your housecoat? That you usually wear in the morning?
Me: Yes… err… I mean no… I mean… maine housecoat utar dii thi…
Chacha-ji: I see… so you were wearing a nighty I guess at that time?
Me: Ji…. I mean… (I had to be extremely shameless to share to my landlord that I was just wearing my nighty at that time in front of my son with nothing inside, meaning I was not wearing any bra or panty!) …I was… I was wearing a nighty only… so that… err… I mean…
I had to be awfully barefaced to make him understand that I really made efforts to look tempting to my son.
Me: …and Chacha-ji… I had to feed Harpal soon after that… err… hence… I mean… I had nothing inside… so that Ram had enough to see… I mean… (I paused and felt some shortness of breath as if explaining all this) …and then I just tried to copy your practical class of yesterday in order to explain the topics that you listed...
Chacha-ji: Which topics?
Me: Umm... I mean... like lips...
My heavy boobs were looking very sexy moving up and down constantly and faster now due to my compromised talking. I tried to pull my sari pallu to cover the movement only to make it more underlined in the eye’s of my elderly landlord!
Me: I was... I mean Chacha-ji… I was able to get very close to Ram as… during the practical class... actually that’s the reason… I mean... I did not require to remove my dress.
Chacha-ji: I see! I see! That’s good to know… but Ram’s perception is more important here… not yours Beti! Did Ram feel you adequately over your nighty?
It seemed to me like a security officer interrogation session the way Chacha-ji was digging deep into this private and sensitive matter.
Me: Err…..I think so….
Chacha-ji: Did you allow Ram to press and squeeze your breasts… I mean feel your breasts sufficiently… because that is very important…
Me (I naturally got irritated now; it was too much for a woman to answer that I reacted): What’s this! I am feeling insulted! I already told you Chacha-ji… I was very close to him!
Chacha-ji: Bina Beti… Bina Beti! I know you are getting annoyed as it’s embarrassing to answer such intimate things… (he continued in his calm, cold voice) ...but I have taken this matter very seriously about Ram as I care for him... as much as you do... and for that reason I am thinking about various ways to keep him away from his dirty habit… and for that I need to know the details…
He paused a little; I was looking at the floor still feeling insulted. .
Chacha-ji: Details meaning… your state, your exposure, your nakedness or semi-nakedness, and Ram’s reaction… as well as his erection! Do you know Bina that your son seems to be an avid breast-lover?
Me: W-h-a-t? (I almost shouted)
Chacha-ji: Beti… be calm and try to understand your son’s situation! (pasung a little) I took out time and reviewed the books that he is addicted to and found out something. You know what Beti?
Me (still was feeling somewhat irritated): What?
Chacha-ji: I found that most of the pornographic picture books in his collegebag had lots of women’s pictures (he lowered his voice) ...with big naked breasts… you know... but strangely not much of pussy pics. He must have chosen those porn books having pictures of women with big naked tits which in a way prove that he is an ardent breast-lover rather than always looking for a pussy, which is the general male tendency!
As I listened to his explanation, honestly I was bowled over! I was impressed and had nothing to say the way Chacha-ji had studied every aspect in this regard!
Chacha-ji: You were getting angry with me Beti... you were feeling insulted being a woman to reply to such questions Beti… but for this specific reason I was demanding minute details… because I am concerned how much of Ram’s craving and hidden desire about this aspect was meet up.
Me: Oh! Now I get you Chacha-ji... but how would I know!
The feeling of dejection in me quickly evaporated and I appreciated in my mind the way Chacha-ji was assessing and working for my son!
Chacha-ji: But you should have anticipated that Beti because from the very beginning he is eyeing your breasts… isn’t it? Starting from your breastfeeding and even before that also...
Me: Hmm… (I nodded in agreement)
Chacha-ji: And that was not simply because of teen male curiosity which you or I might have thought... but it is because Ram is fond of big-breasted woman and that’s why he loves looking at your bosom and you are very lucky Beti… that you have a very nice pair of choochi – full, firm, and well-developed just as Ram fantasizes looking at the pornographic books!
My cheeks immediately got red as Chacha-ji mentioned the last few words and indirectly compared my tits with the porn models whose pictures are printed in the books.
Me (shyly whispered): Err… I am… I ma sorry about that Chacha-ji... err... I got a bit aggravated...
Chacha-ji: Arre its okay Beti… I didn’t mind! I am just trying all avenues to take Ram out of his dirty habit and that’s why I was asking you so minutely...
Seeing his caring nature for my son, this time I myself was proactive before he could question and tried to explain how close I went in the morning.
Me: Thanks Chacha-ji… now I completely understand you... and… and I mean... I can assure you that in the morning I gave Ram... err... I mean Chacha-ji... I gave Ram full opportunity to... to touch and fondle me … (I clenched my lips in shyness) …err… to touch and press my choochi Chacha-ji… and... and as I was not wearing anything under my nighty at that time… he… I mean… he obviously got a good feel of my choochi!
I went to my limit probably of verbal shamelessness to describe my landlord how brazenly I presented myself to my growing son!
Chacha-ji: Wah! Very good progress Beti! But one thing… did you check while you were close with Ram that he got a… I mean… (again lowering his voice) …that Ram got a full hard-on? Uske pants ke undar feel kiye tum Beti? Ya fir sharm ke mare uska lund tak haat nehi pahucha?
Me (my cheeks immediately got absolutely crimson and I giggled): Nehi nehi sharm kaisa!
Chacha-ji: Right! When you get close to him he is your lover… just think that way!
Me: Ji Chacha-ji aur... err... I mean... yes, I did note ke uska... I mean.... uska lund puri tarah se khada ho gaya tha…I mean... I saw that inside his pants...
Out of some shame that still persisted in me, I could not relate to my elderly landlord that I had taken out my son’s erect dick and had grabbed his young vibrant rod in my hand and truthfully during that passionate episode I truly had a gala time enjoying the hardness and erectness of my son’s sizable dick!
Chacha-ji (smiling): Good, good… that’s what I wanted to know Beti! Because it’s of utmost importance as if he gets a regular hard-on from you, he will not seek those porno books for masturbating! Are you getting the point?
As soon as I heard the word “masturbating” I felt more embarrassed and I could realize my ears had also turned red in my shyness. My face crimson, ears red in shame, eyes looking down, lips dry out of nervousness, my thighs emitting heat under my sari, and my boobs trying to pop out of my blouse due to my heavy breathing – Chacha-ji had the unique power to heat me up through verbal mode only!
All I could utter was a “Ji Chacha-ji!”
Chacha-ji: But now is the time for acid test Beti.
I tried to remain normal as much as possible and looked questionably at the elderly man. I instantly did not get what he meant.
Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... baat ko samjho thik se! Till now Ram was exposed to you and you only as the woman of his desire.... right?
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: You carried yourself very nicely and attractively before Ram as a woman of desire - sometimes by dropping your pallu to expose your sizable breasts, sometimes walking in a sexy manner swaying your big ass, sometimes in a flimsy nighty, sometimes wearing low waist saris… so on and so forth... Right?
Me: Ji…as you guided me I followed.
Chacha-ji: Exactly so, and in the process you even started breast-feeding your baby in front of him by opening your blouse... right?
Me (avoided eye contact with him out of natural shyness): Ji.
Chacha-ji: You even agreed to me to wear modern dresses at home for which you gave measurement to Haria also.
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: All these for your son’s sake with the aim that the more you do skin exposure, more appealing you would look to Ram... right?
I just nodded, still avoiding eye contact with him. In the evening I was hearing of “netra-chodan” which a man does to a woman but now it seemed as if “chatter chodan” was going on with me!
Chacha-ji: We will surely continue this, but now we suddenly we have a challenging setting. Do you realize that Beti?
I twisted my full succulent lips and indicated a “no”.
