After lunch, I slept like a log. I was tired of two fucks in the morning, satisfying Padma Aunty and Mamta Aunty. I woke up in the evening when Padma Aunty came with coffee. She was wearing a kurta over her petticoat and was looking fresh.

Bending, she gave me the cup, her kurta top parted, showing her breasts hanging. She was not wearing a bra, bending slightly. I lifted her petticoat and saw she was not wearing panties either. Padma Aunty shrugged my hand, and her petticoat fell.