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We both were from a decent family so meeting each other in public place was not good for both of us. One day her husband went out of station for a day. She invited me to her place. At around 12.30pm I rang the doorbell. There she was my darling dressed in saree with deep cut blouse. Her saree was of yellow color. She was smelling too good.There was no one in the house. I made myself comfortable in sofa, she went inside to bring some water. I was getting horny but somehow managed to keep myself calm. She came and bend to give me water, oh god there she was, her boobs were desperately trying to come out. She knew what I was looking at but did not tried to hide it. She sat next to me, after some chit chat I hold her hand and kissed her.Both where on fire, kissed for 15-20min with one hand pressing her boobs. She was also rubbing my penis with one hand. I lifted her and we went to her bedroom. I slowly opened her saree. Now she was in blouse and petticoat. I was in no hurry to make her. Aur apne bade bade boos ko saree ke pallu ke piche se dekhane lagi use dekh ke mera land thoda tight hone laga aur tawel ke niche se uske ubhar dikhai dene laga. Bhabhi use tirchi nazar se dekh ke maje lete hua mujh se baat karne lagi. Main use control nahi kar pa raha tha isi liya main waha se apne room main chala gaya. main jab room se kapde pahen kar bahar aya to sab kuch change change ho chuka tha khas kar bhabhi ka bartao. Phir bhabhi ne mujhe kahana khne diya aur khud bhi khana leke baith gaye aur khana khate khate baat karne lagi.Bhabhi: raj tumhara 4th semester kaisa gaya.Main: Achha.Bhabhi: to Course complete karne ke baad kya karoge.Main: Abhi kuch Socha nahi.Aise hi baat chalet rahi phir khana complete karke hum uth gaye. Lekin mujhe bhabhi ka khayal kuch acha nahi lag raha tha kyun ki wo baat to mujhse kar rahi thi but uski najar bar bar mere pant ki taraf ja rahi thi. Aise hi raat ho gayi our hum dinner ke liye ready ho gaye. Dinner ke waqt jo hua main kya batun bhabhi.
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