After that day. I was shy seeing her. We often had to move close by. It was festival time. And I saw wearing a sexy saree with no pallu covering her mountains of milkies. They are mine to enjoy. I will enjoy them soon.

I thought enough of dodging her. Let me face her again and let me touch her this time. I followed her around for arranging things. My arms kept a closer distance from her chest. At times I brushed off my elbow on her chest.

Her cleavage felt soft. Her blouse tighter. Her nipples hard. At one time she pressed it on my arm. It felt great. Like heaven. I wanted all of it. More of it. I want her. I want Menaka auntie.

"How are you feeling now. You were unwell that day. Are you better now?" She asked knowing well how I cummed for her that day.

"With you near me. I'll feel great auntie." I looked into her eyes and stood closer to her chest.

"That's good. Then Let me help you more with that." She took a step closer closing the distance between our chests. Her soft mounds touching my young hard chest.

Her big boobies touching and pressed to my chest. My cock throbbed. She softly brushed my cheeks. Sweetly.

"Good boy." She said and she backed off. I felt her boobies. I felt her soft skin. I felt her soft mounds pressed hard into my chest.

I jerked off many times after that thinking of her boobies. My milkies. Menaka auntie's milkies. Mine!!!