She knew how to use her charm to full advantage to attract her horny Gurubaba even and she wasn’t ashamed to tease him a little with it either. The thin see-through Saree that she was wearing accentuated the curves of her body perfectly, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath.
She looked at him up and down with a subtle hint of approval….. licking her lipstick coated ruby lips seductively….. taking in his handsome features and tall frame. She could feel the heat rising from her chest to her face as she played with the pallu of her Saree….. tracing it across her shoulders invitingly.
“Would you like something to drink, Gurubaba?” Once she asked him seductively… still playing with the Pallu / Anchal of the Saree. She was curious to see if he had the balls to make a move.
“No, thank you, Maa,” The long-bearded monk responded politely, his eyes still lingered on his young devotee’s semi-exposed boobs that was accentuated by the cleavage-baring tight blouse she was wearing underneath the thin Saree.
Soma then took another sip of wine and continued playing with the Anchal / Pallu ( Last portion of Saree ) as they continued their talks about her baby-boy and everyday life. But she noticed his eyes fixing on her deep-cleavage most of the time…. she could feel the bra-less thin blouse was an instant hit with the hunk priest.
As the horny middle-aged priest was constantly checking her deep cleavage, her boobs and semi-exposed figure, he couldn’t help but stare at her….. often adjusting his growing bulge with his saffron ‘Dhuti’. She smiled coyly….. noticing the bulge. Soon their eyes met with others and he couldn’t help himself rubbing his dick over his ‘Dhuti’.
Actually he too had been trying to draw his sexy devotee’s attention to him. It seemed like forever but was probably one and half hour had passed since he arrived at the Chowdhury House. At one point she noticed her mother was busy in her gossiping with him….. at the farthest corner of the room.
It seemed they were talking almost in whisper…… and they were standing so closely…. often taking other’s hands….. theirs eyes were consumed in passion. She was highly surprised at their behaviour….. how a holy priest like Swami Nityananda would behave with her mother so intimately.
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Next evening Soma came back home in the evening…… spending few jolly moments with her dearest friend Pamela. She was hurrying back….. thinking about her baby-boy’s nourishing….. he might be hungry. She kept him to her mother and it passed almost two hours since she had breastfed him last time.
She noticed a scooty parking at the driveway and she could easily recognise it’s owner….. yes, it was her father-in-law’s…. who often had come to their house. Actually he was her father’s dearest friend….. and after her marriage with his son Rahim, their closeness and intimacy had deepened further.
He would often come to ‘Choudhury House’….. even spend few days with the family…… it seems he is almost a family member of the great Chowdhury Family. She grinned remembering his close intimacy with her mother….. when she noticed her mother stroking his cock and they were watching her being fucked by her father.