It would be a classic summer day—fine and hot—later on. The sun had barely risen but the birds were fully into their morning chorus. Idly, he wondered if the neighbor cat was on the prowl. She probably was.She made an unintelligible comfort murmur to herself as she settled into bed. He doubted she was really awake yet. He’d used the bathroom a few minutes earlier and had taken an extra moment to clean himself when he’d finished. A memory flashed of her smile one afternoon not long ago.“It doesn’t taste bad, not really.”He’d stared at her.“It’s got a little tang. I like it.”“What does, Sophie?”“Your pee, silly. Sometimes there’s a drop or two left.”Her comment wasn’t a total surprise. He’d more than once tasted her. She was fastidious about her personal hygiene but from time to time when the urge had overtaken them they had not bothered to visit the bathroom before they’d pleasured each other. The combination of sleep and musk and aroused female, graced with the sharp taste of urine,. I froze. He picked the saree from the bed. I again told him that it was ok and I need to leave. He stood right in from of the door blocking me.Relax he said turnaround he commanded. I did so involuntarily. He stood behind me and smelled my hair. I did not have the courage to even breathe. He unfolded the saree. Catching one edge in his hand he came in front of me.My eyes slowly looked towards in his male hardness. I felt his breath so close to me. I closed my eyes. You tie this petticoat so high”, he exclaimed. You are a young girl you must be fashionable. Saying this he undid my petticoat’s thread and I screamed ssshhh said uncle Shrek. Shut upI will teach you to be trendy. He slowly lowered by petticoat. If he let go of the petticoat, I would be standing in front of him in my panty. I prayed to God to prevent such a thing from happening. He did not seem to stop lowering.He bend down, his face facing my hips. His lips were so close to my navel. He then again started lowering my.
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