“Why are your hands lazy when your eyes are active?”
Baskar, ogling at her, laid her on his lap and began to unhook her blouse one by one extolling,” None can believe that you are seventeen years old.”
Drooling over how he was unhooking her blouse, she asked him, ’Why?”
Baskar touched her exposed bra and uttered words passionately,” I am crazy of seeing your boobez boobette.”
Shyamala whispered:” May I strip it or you?”- Baskar could see the lubricity/pruriency swelling in her eyes despite the dim light in that nuptial chamber.
Baskar basciated and in a whispering tone expressed his option: “It’s my duty to strip it down.”
Shyamala rose from his lap and turned her back and showed him her back where the hook of her bra was in the middle of her back and she pointed out it to him:” Now you can unhook it easily,”
Next moment, his hands unhooked her bra and stripped out through her flabby shoulders. Now her bare back was exposed to his eyes. After baring her back he turned her to his side and laid her on his lap again to see her bare breasts.