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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
[Continued from Part 1]
I changed my old clothes and wore a lungi. With bare upper body, I lay on the bed looking at the ceiling and wondering.
After five minutes, I carried a shirt and underwear and came out of the room. Bare-bodied, I went towards the bathroom at the backside. As asked by Padma, I gave a call to her on way. Padma responded.
I need not have to go to the latrine, so I entered the bathroom. I found a towel hung on a steel hanger and toilet soap in the side rack.
Though Padma had told their water-pump was lying defective, yet I unknowingly opened the tap. It was dry.
“Here is your water, Jai Babu” I was startled to hear Ammu’s voice from just behind me. She carried one plastic bucket nearly full of water. Another bucket was outside the bathroom. In order to carry and walk with the bucket, she had raised one lower end of the lungi and tucked it below her navel. A hissing sound came from my mouth when I saw a portion of her nude legs through the divider of lungi. She smiled when our eyes met.
She bent forward to place the bucket on the bathroom floor. She needed to bend, alright. But she did it a little more than needed, deliberately because, nearly three-fourth of her melons slipped from inside the blouse to out. The hissing sound came from my mouth again. If she had not raised her body quickly, the tits would have fully come out. A trace of disappointment appeared on her face when she turned to take the second bucket to inside. May be she thought I would do something naughty. But I remained cool. As she bent forward to place the second bucket, my eyes were shuttling from her boobs to her nude legs and back. She noticed it alright. While she was still in the bending position, my left hand caught her right boob while my right went inside her parted lungi. Of course, my right hand did naughtier than the left. Caressing her nude legs, it crept up reaching the joining point of her thighs. There was no resistance – either from her or from any cloth. My hand plunged into a marshy and grassy land that was her pussy. I pressed and rubbed her pussy over her thick pubic hairs.
“Huhhhh…” she released a wild moan instantly.
But our pleasures were short-lived. “Ammu….” came Padma’s call from the kitchen.
“Oh, this lady would kill me” she scorned and showed a face. While turning, she quickly added looking over her shoulder at me “Good luck next time” Then she hurried out of the bathroom closing the door from behind. I laughed.
After the bath, I came out wearing the shirt and same lungi. On way, I shot a glance towards the kitchen and found Padma and Ammu busy preparing dinner. I entered the house through the side door. I reached a small hall. At the far end of the hall, I found a rolled up mattress. I thought Ammu used to sleep there. Next to it was Padma’s bedroom and the adjacent one was Mini’s room. The next room was given to me. While I walked through the hall and turned to the row of bedrooms, I thought I saw a quick movement – similar to the shadow of a person. Was somebody hiding behind the hall’s door leading to the rooms and watching me coming?
As soon as I reached the far end leading to the bedrooms, I saw the back of Mini. She was going inside her room. She wore a long yellow skirt reaching up to the heels and a long yellow blouse, which was the traditional dress of girls in Kerala.
“Ouch…” I heard her cursing. Then I saw her sprawling on the threshold. I knew she tripped while crossing the wooden door frame; may be due to the long skirt she wore.
Naturally, I rushed forward to help her. I held her arms to help her stand up. But she could not, perhaps she was hurt in one or both of her legs and she slumped to the floor again. When she sprawled this time, I saw her skirt had moved up to her thighs. For a moment, my eyes remained fixed on her fair, fat, fleshy and sexy legs and thighs the way a hiding tiger looked at its prey.
“Lift me up and on to the bed. I am hurt somewhere on the legs” she pleaded looking up at my face.
I crouched in front of her. I placed my left hand at the back of her upper body. My right hand moved below her nude legs, obviously to lift her up. As if out of pain, she made some quick movements crossing her legs. This put my right hand straight in between her thighs. I looked at her face. She was looking intently deep into my eyes, smiling. I didn’t know if I did so deliberately, but my right hand moved up crawling between her thighs. Again, I didn’t know if she did purposely or out of pain, she moved her legs slipping my hand further to her crotch. There was nothing in between my hand and her hairless pussy. My hand involuntarily gripped her pussy in a hard press.
“Ouuiiii…” she moaned softly.
I felt the hairs on my nape bristle when I lifted her on my hands. While I took a step toward the bed, she circled my neck with her hands and pulled. ‘Was her tripping and falling a fake and an act?’ I asked myself. I didn’t now.
I laid her on the bed. But she didn’t release her hands circling my neck.
“Please massage. I have been hurt. It pains unbearably there” she pleaded obviously in an erotic tone.
“Where did you hurt yourself?” I asked.
“At the place where you had kept your right hand last” she said with a smile. If I didn’t now where the place was, she winked her left eye to suggest where it was.
I was struggling to control myself. I was a fool if I could not to realize she was hot and horny by the way she was giving suggestive signals.
I decided to play with her. I kept my hand on her knees. “Here?” I asked.
“No, a little up” she said smilingly.
I moved my hand up to the middle of her thighs. “Here?” I asked again.
“Further up” she winked again.
Then I placed my hand right on her cunt and asked “Here?”
“Yeah…there…press and massage there…It pains too much…” She was moaning than telling me.
My Goodness! She was ready to explode! She seemed to need a quick fuck, and soon.
I pressed her hairless cunt for several seconds. I knew I won’t get much time. So, I inserted my middle finger into her hole.
“Aahhh…” she writhed obviously in pain.
I did not bother. I used force to shoot my finger deep into the cunt and began finger-fucking her. She took my left free hand and placed it on her boobs. My hand crept inside her long blouse and almost touched her boobs.
“Mini….” We heard Padma calling her from the kitchen.
“Oh shit! This Mummy won’t live nor let others to live” I heard her cursing Padma.
“Coming….” She answered and pushed my hands away.
“Need to go. Sorry. And, I am greatly disappointed. Better next time” she said and stood up. She gave me a hard kiss on my lips. Then I watched her running out of the room toward the kitchen. Great surprise! There was nothing wrong with her legs! My assumption was right!
Suddenly I remembered something. ‘Better next time’ I recalled what she had said last before running outside. ‘Good luck next time’ the maid-servant too had told when Padma called her while Ammu was in the bathroom with me. A strange coincidence!? What they meant saying that? Didn’t they suggest for something later? I didn’t know.
I went to the drawing room and switched on the television. Though my eyes were on the TV screen, but my mind was busy elsewhere.
I took the newspaper from the centre table and tried to read. Though it was a Malayalam newspaper, yet it seemed to me it was printed in an unknown language. I knew I could not concentrate on anything except on the three females. Who looked sexier than the others? If I am allowed the freedom to fuck one in the night, who shall I opt for? The mother or the daughter or the maid-servant? I didn’t know.
I decided to give the thought a quit and changed the channel in TV to watch news. After about long thirty minutes, I looked at the clock. The time was forty minutes past eight. I was surprised none came to me during this period.
After another five minutes, Ammu appeared. “Come to kitchen for dinner” she said with a grin.
“Where are the others?” I enquired. She knew what I meant.
“Mini is in latrine. Padma Chechi wants to feed you personally” she said suggestively.
I stood up while she turned to walk back. I reached and hugged her from behind rubbing my crotch on her asses. Then I cupped her boobs and squeezed them. We walked taking steps very slowly while I continued to squeeze the tits and rubbed the asses.
After a few steps, I asked her “Do you and or others behave in the same way with male relatives or friends when they visited here?”
“Chi-chi! Never” she expressed her contempt.
“Then why only with me now?” I asked with genuine curiosity.
“That is your magic” she told as if speaking the truth.
When we reached the hall leading to the door to kitchen, I released her.
“Sit on this mat, Jai” Padma told me while she was busy making Masala-Dosa. Then turning to Ammu, she said “You better take the bath now”.
Ammu smiled at me before going. Did she guess Padma was deliberately driving her out? Did she imagine Padma did not want anybody’s presence in the kitchen while she served me dinner? I didn’t know.
I sat on the mat.
“Sorry, we did not have a dining table. I thought of buying one, but all of us preferred taking food sitting on the floor itself. I think it would be uncomfortable to you” she said while reversing the side of a Masala Dosa to cook properly.
I knew she was not in any pecuniary problem. They have large sum in Banks besides regular pension.
“Think nothing of it, Padma. We too like taking food sitting on the floor” I said turning to look at her first time after entering the kitchen.
My heart skipped another couple of beats while I saw her back when she stood facing the gas-burner on the concrete slab. She wore the white nightie. From the contour of her legs and thighs I could guess she wore nothing inside. I could faintly see her honeybee comb. When she turned once, I could see her big boobs jiggling and swaying to suggest she wore no bras either. I had an urge to get up and hug her from behind and cup the boobs and press my crotch on her asses just the way I did with the maid-servant while coming to the kitchen.
She took a plate with two idlis and one masala dosa on it, added coconut-chutney, sambhar and a little red-chili-onion chutney and came to me. Then she bent forward to place the plate on the floor in front of me.
Nobody needed to remind a chubby lady with big boobs wearing only a thin nightie, what happened when she bent forward like an inverted U unless she did so purposely.
My eyes popped out from their sockets when her boobs slid out from the neck portion of the dress like the heads of twin babies being delivered at the same time. In spite of my culture and ethics, my eyes refused to move away from the boobs. It was a beautiful sight from close quarters, may be three inches away from my eyes. When I saw them in nude earlier while she came from the bathroom was a few feet away. She watched me. I knew she knew what I watched and she knew I knew it too.
My mouth which turned dry, was still remaining in the shape of a big O when she told “Jai, have this”
Have…what? Her boobs or the food? I didn’t know.
Soon I realized my culture and ethics flew high to thin air when I said “Padma, it is a pity you remained a widow”
“What makes you say so?” she asked with a grin, but still in her bent position.
She was encouraging me, no doubt about it.
I didn’t hear what she had asked. Instead, my right hand rose up like the mechanical hand of a robot. Did it go to receive the plate? No, because it still moved up above the plate. She saw it too for her grin broadened.
As if I was going to touch a live electric wire, I withdrew my hand. “I am sorry” I said looking at the floor as if there was an insect there. I was scared to meet her eyes.
“Sorry for what, darling?” she asked.
‘Darling’ did she say that? Did I hear her right?
“Because, I was about to commit a sin” I said apologetically.
“What sin, dear?” she probed unnecessarily.
Enough is enough. I knew for sure now she was in the same mood I was.
“But those sexy breasts of yours were very irresistible. Very killing” I said now meeting her eyes consolidating all my courage.
“Did you say sexy, darling? How nice of you!” she paused and added “What you would have done if it was not for your ethical reasons?” she was not willing to leave as quickly as I thought.
Was there anything sinister behind that question of hers? Not possibly.
“I would have possibly done this” I said this and raised both my hands. I caught both her boobs with either hand sliding them into her dress. I cupped them and gave a massive squeeze.
“Aaahhhh…” she moaned closing her eyes.
I squeezed them for nearly two minutes. She bent further forward for my benefit. Now her boobs came rolling out in full. She dangled the hanging boobs on my face. I raised my face and took the right boob into my mouth and sucked it hard. In the same action, I squeezed her left boob with my right hand.
“Ah..Aahh..Aaahhh…Aaaahhhh…” she continued to moan in extended rhythms as if not caring if anyone would hear it. I did so for another minute.
I think she knew the situation. May be she thought she won’t get more time before her daughter or servant appeared. May be she became hornier unbearably.
I saw her standing straight. I thought she would move away. But what she did next really jolted me.
She went to the wall and switched off the only tube-light plunging the kitchen into darkness. Now, there was only the faint light coming from the flame of the gas-stove.
She came back to me and looked around carefully. Then, standing on the floor above my head, with her legs separated at either side of my body, she raised her nightie up to her waist. I gaped at her nude thunder thighs and large glittering pussy. I had seen her cunt a couple of hours or so earlier but now the sight made devastating effect on me!
Without giving me time to react, she lowered her body to bring her cunt on my face. I knew instantly, the strong walls of her dam had cracked and broken out. The passions, desires and lust were flowing out in a deluge! I could smell the sweet aroma of her pussy.
She held my head with her hands and pressed her cunt hard on to my mouth. I needed no prod. My tongue was already out licking her pussy and its valley feverishly. I too held her buttocks with my hands to facilitate my licking. My tongue ran up and down her pussy often trying to insert between the pussy lips.
“Ah..Aahh…Aaahhh..” she continued to moan in ecstatic, erotic tones.
“Jai darling, suck me hard…quick…very quick…” she urged me.
Suddenly a flow of warm lava fell on to my mouth and face. It nearly drenched my face. Several drops fell on the dinner plate and dosas in front of me on the floor. For a second, I thought she squirted to urinate. No, she had not urinated. It was her pussy juices. Even before I sucked her pussy, she started to flow her juices. She had started to empty the reservoir filled up with juices, to its brink, for thirteen years. I was not surprised at all when the juices started to flow from her cunt so soon as she had suddenly felt the pleasure of a man licking it after several years! I quickly opened my mouth and took the flow directly into my mouth and drank. I saw her watching me swallowing.
“Jai, drink, drink more and more” she pleaded.
I inserted my tongue deep into her hole, probing and exploring inside her pussy tunnel. It was all marshy inside. I could not move my tongue much because every second my mouth was being filled up with a fresh load of her juices. I needed to empty my mouth by swallowing quickly. I wanted to squeeze her big melons but I could not reach them with my hands.
“Jai darling, suck more and more, fast, very fast” she was prodding me.
I inserted my tongue again into her tunnel, twisted and wagged it inside. Then I kept my mouth tightly to her hole and blew out. The vacuum did the trick. My mouth was again filled up. I drank it quickly. This went on for nearly two minutes.
Suddenly she moved her legs away from me and kept her dress in place on her body. I thought somebody came. I watched her move to the wall and switch on the light. Then I saw her rushing to the gas-stove. I got the burnt smell of a dosa and saw thick smoke billowing from the hot dosa pan.
She turned and smiled at me. Then I saw her watching my dinner plate.
“Jai, leave the plate away. I think those idlis and dosa were soiled and spoilt with my…..” she said without completing the sentence. And, there was no need either.
“Hahaha” I laughed and said “Padma, you are being stupid. If I could drink your juices, can’t I take it with the dosas like another sweet chutney?” I asked merrily.
She too laughed hearing this. Then she began to make fresh dosas.
Bringing another dosa to serve me, she said “Jai, you must stay with me for at least three days, if not more”
“Sorry dear. I needed to return tomorrow morning itself” I said and went on explaining several urgent pending works I needed to attend.
This disappointed her largely, quite visible from her face. When she brought another dosa we heard the footsteps outside, either her daughter or servant going inside the house. I told her my stomach was full and needed no more dosas.
“Why dear? You can take another two dosas” she said smilingly.
“I could have but for the juices with which you filled my stomach” I said. Both of us laughed.
I stood up for washing my hands.
“Jai you can sit here till we took dinner or you can watch TV” she suggested.
“I shall come back from drawing room after sometime” I replied.
Thanking her for the dinner, I went to the drawing room and sank into one of the sofas.
My mind was tense with what had been happening with all these ladies. Very queer! Each one of them, boiling hot, seemed to be vying to get into bed with me! I wished if I could spend one night with each!
I didn’t know how long I sat there thinking. “Jai, come and join us here” I heard Padma calling. I looked at the clock. The time was thirty-five minutes past nine. I went inside and entered the room of Mini where Padma sat on the bed with Mini and Ammu on the floor. I sat on the bed beside Padma.
We went on talking about everything under the sun for almost one and a half hours. Padma looked at the clock and stood up as if remembered something.
“Jai, talk with these two. Let me go to boil the milk for me and you. I will join you soon” she said and hurried out.
“Padma, I don’t need any milk. Give it to Mini” I called out.
“You must Jai. Mini does not consume milk” I heard her saying while she went.
After ten minutes or so, she came back. We talked for another twenty minutes or so. Then Padma told the servant “Ammu, go bring the two glasses of milk kept on the kitchen slab and keep them in my room. The big glass is for Jai and the small glass for me. I need to take a sleeping pill too.
Ammu went to the kitchen. She came back after five minutes or so.
We talked for another five minutes. Then Padma told Mini “Mini, you go and take the big glass of milk to Jai’s room”
Mini left to the adjoining room. She came back after four minutes or so.
We talked for another five minutes or so when Padma said to me “Jai, it is nearing midnight. Go to your room, have the milk and sleep well. Good Night”
All of us stood up but only I, Padma and Ammu went out of the room.
“Good Night” I said to Padma and Mini. Mini remained in the room as it was hers.
I reached my room. I found the glass of milk with a spoon in it on the writing table. May be Padma added sugar and left the spoon in the glass to mix it. I never took milk before going to bed. Yet I decided not to disappoint Padma. I took the glass, stirred the contents with the spoon and drank the milk. It was not hot, not warm, but a very little warm only. Sugar was added to it alright, but my tongue clearly got an odd taste to the milk! May be it was not cow’s milk but of a female buffalo. But still, why this unusual change in taste? I didn’t know.
There were several things ‘I didn’t know’ happened during these past few hours. But I should have verified to know the reason for at least the last ‘I didn’t know’, that is why the milk tasted a little different!
When I lay on the bed, I thought I would not be able to sleep at all for reasons that can be best imagined of! For a few minutes I wished if I could really stay with the trio for two or three days!
Suddenly I felt my upper eyelids becoming heavy! The more I tried to keep them open, the more I felt them heavier closing the eyes. May be I was really tired and feeling sleepy. As my head touched the pillow, I didn’t know, I was slipping to a coma sort of sleep!
The mystery grows!
I came out from the bed wondering I never had slept beyond six o’clock in the morning, in any case! Yet the time was forty minutes past six! I still felt heaviness in my eyelids! And, I felt a mild headache too!
I walked out of the room, through the corridor to outside heading for the bathroom. I heard the sounds of Padma and Ammu in the kitchen.
“Good morning, Jai. Come, have a cup of tea” I heard Padma calling out loudly from the kitchen
“Good morning, Padma” I wished back and went to the kitchen. Actually I needed a cup of tea before going to the latrine.
I sat on the floor. Ammu cut vegetables with her back turned to me while Padma stood making tea. While giving he cup, she asked “I hope you had a nice sleep”
Yeah, I slept very well” I replied giving a little stress to ‘very well’. I cursed as I could not watch her reaction as she had turned to walk back to the gas-stove. Both of them had not faced me till I finished the tea and stood up to go out to the toilet. Strange? I didn’t know.
As I walked towards the bathroom, I saw Mini coming from opposite direction, may be returning from the toilet.
“Hi, Good Morning” she said.
“Good Morning, Mini” I wished back looking intently on her face and eyes. She withdrew her eyes soon and walked past me in a hurry.
Suddenly I remembered Mini, though very much younger to me, had never addressed me so far by any name or relationship. Why so? I didn’t know.
Why she left as if in a hurry? Had she wanted to avoid my probing stare? I didn’t know.
As I entered the latrine for relieving myself, I heard footfalls from behind. Ammu stood with a bucket of water. She avoided looking at my face. This time, she kept the bucket just outside the bathroom and left, again without looking at me. Why didn’t she enter the bathroom to keep the bucket inside like she did in the previous evening, obviously to give my an opportunity to play with her? Why she was behaving with me like a total stranger? I didn’t know.
Two buckets of water and a towel was ready in the bathroom when I came out from the latrine. Ammu must have kept them there, yet did not wait for me. Very strange!
After bath, I went to my room and put on my pants and shirt. I packed my suitcase ready to go after breakfast. Padma called me to kitchen for breakfast.
Walking by the three bedrooms towards the kitchen, my legs stopped in front of Padma’s room. Out of sudden curiosity, I entered and went to the table and observed carefully. There were several medicine tablets for blood pressure, diabetics and acidity. My hand carefully took a strip containing four tablets which lay a little away from the rest. I read the name. Yes, those were sleeping pills! I knew instantly the strip normally contained ten tablets. But there were only four left. May be the doctor did not prescribe more tablets at a time for obvious reasons. May be the drug store did not supply more for the same reason. Since the doctor and the drug store salesman knew Padma well, may be they gave one strip of ten tablets in order to save her the trouble to approach them frequently. May be she had already consumed a few tablets. Suddenly I felt a shiver run up my spine! Did one or two tablets go inside my stomach with the milk I consumed the previous night?
“Jai, come, the breakfast is getting cold” my thought was interrupted by Padma’s call. I went to the kitchen.
This time, both Mini and Ammu were also in the kitchen. Yet, they seldom looked at my face. Did their face reflected guilty-conscience? Or, were they expressing sadness on my leaving soon? I didn’t know.
Padma requested me several times to return after lunch. But I insisted for leaving. Padma and Ammu accompanied me to the drawing room while Mini joined bringing my suitcase from the room I had slept in.
We exchanged nice words of gratitude and regards to each other. I took the suitcase. All of them followed me up to the gate. Waiving my right hand at them in a gesture of goodbye, I started to walk towards the bus-stop about five hundred metres away. They waived back at me. I could clear see the gloom on all their faces!
The mystery deepens!
Looking through the window of the bus, I asked myself this question once again ‘Who did make love to me the previous night?’ The more I thought, the more I became confused.
But I was sure and certain of one thing. The biggest and only clue to the whole incident was ‘sleeping-pill’. One of the three had fed me a good dose of sleeping pills mixed with the milk I consumed!
I decided the only way was to shortlist each lady through transactional analysis.
The first lady I met was Ammu, the maid-servant. Both I and she were amoral at least three times. She was not averse to, rather welcomed my advancements happily. She did so even when before she knew who I really was! She was separated, if not divorced, from her husband. She did not give a damn to elope with her paramour fully aware of the social repercussions that could have meted out to her as well as to her parents. So, she was not all innocent. She had a great sexy body. Deserted by her paramour for long years, she must be desperate, dying for sex. No wonder, she became horny when I squeezed her. And she had explicitly expressed it to me by saying ‘you should not have ignited a dynamite’ as well as ‘good luck next time’. She must have meticulously planned to have sex with me. But why didn’t she do it waking me up from sleep? May be, she was scared if I made any sound which could have been heard by Padma or Mini sleeping in adjacent rooms. May be she thought I had only wanted to play with her but not sex. She knew, after all, she was a maid-servant. She knew too if I wanted sex, I could have possibly seduced the more beautiful Padma than choosing her for it. She has had no sex for more than ten years now. There had been no much foreplay to make her pussy wet and lubricated. When my penis was thrust into her cunt, out of rough entry, it would have abraded and caused a little bleeding due to rupture of few tissues or capillaries in her pussy.
How could she have managed to induce deep sleep by sending one or two sleeping pills into my stomach? I remembered, after dinner, while sitting in Mini’s room, Padma had asked her to bring the two glasses of milk from the kitchen and keep them in Padma’s room. Ammu had no difficulty to know which glass of milk I would consume because Padma had told her the big glass was for me and the small glass for her. While keeping the glasses on the table, she must have seen the sleeping pills, possibly identified it seeing Padma consuming it several times. She must have added one or two pills into the milk, stirred it and kept there. She must have known the time taken for the pills to work on Padma, so she entered my room after that time and enjoyed with me while I was in a coma sort of sleep! Safe, very safe. The snake was killed and the stick was not broken! Brilliant, very brilliant idea indeed! It must be the maid-servant, alright!
Then I focused on Padma. She had behaved strangely and got cosy with me than ever before! True, her appearing nude while returning from bathroom in the beginning was accidental. But, she had never pecked on my cheek, sat with her fingers laced to mine in the past! She became a widow at an early age and lived deprived of sex for several years. She was more seducing me than I did with her! More than me, she had broken all barriers of ethics exposing her breasts. Her uncontrollable hunger for sex was quite understandable! No wonder, she sat on my face thrusting her cunt on my mouth to drink her juices while my taking dinner in the kitchen.
After boiling the milk, she must have dropped the sleeping pills easily available to her, into my glass and mixed them with the milk. That justified the reason why she went herself to the kitchen for boiling the milk than asking her servant to do it. Purposely to make confusions, she had asked the servant to bring the glasses to her room and asked her daughter to take my glass to my room. I recalled she had told Mini to take the big glass to my room. Besides, she had told in presence of all that she would take sleeping pill that night.
Since she had no sex for more than thirteen years or so, the entry of my penis into her tunnel must have ruptured some blood capillaries causing the bleeding.
But why she did not opt to enjoy sex with me while I was awake? Yes, it could possibly be because she was more cunning and clever. She had not given any hint for lovemaking in the night. May be she developed cold feet. May be she feared she would spoil and lose all the chastity and widowhood she had maintained so far. She could drug me, but she could not drug others too! Similar with the servant, she too must have feared of any sound that would wake up others. Suppose, Mini heard a sound and came looking? What impression she would carry if she saw her mother, a widow for long years, in a compromising position with me? She could as well think her mother must have done so with some other men too. For argument’s sake, suppose she could manage to keep her daughter’s mouth shut, but possibly can’t with the servant. The servant might leak it out which would give her a bad image in the society. Even she could blackmail her for some personal gains! The servant could as well feel there was no different between Padma and her. Yes, it was Padma, obviously.
My needle of suspicion turned to Mini, Padma’s daughter now. She had not addressed or called be my any name though she used to call me ‘uncle’ ten years ago. How can she mate with me if she called me uncle now? She was very hot and horny. No wonder she was so at her age with such a voluptuous sexy body. She expressed that in no uncertain terms verbally and through amoral actions. She was encouraging and seducing me all along. How cunningly she faked the drama of tripping and falling on the floor asking me to lift her? She was very hot and wet when she guided me to her cunt. Like the maid-servant, she too wished good luck later. So, she must have planned it. How? She got a nice opportunity to drop the sleeping pills into my glass when her mother asked her to carry it to my room. She knew the big glass was for me. She did not want to fuck when I was awake. Suppose her mother or servant heard any sound and came around to observe? Could she live if her mother saw her fucking the brother of her mother’s best friend, who was almost double of her age? Mini had guilty-conscience when she could not meet my eyes and evaded walking briskly past me in the morning. Above all, the blood mixed with the dried cum must be from her cunt. It is well-known sometimes it causes a little bleeding when the hymen of a virgin girl was broken. Yes, it was Mini, no doubt.
The mystery remains!
Shit, the needle of suspicion turned to all three alike. It remained a total mess of bundled confusions! When I looked back at the whole episode again, I found myself standing in Square-A, from where I started.
Could the readers of this story tell me – Who did it?
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