She is not my niece though she calls me "uncle". Yes, she still calls me uncle. She lives in the adjoining apartment. Her parents are also Indians like us but remain very busy looking after their business during day and their cultural and social activities evenings until night. She remains lonely and visits us very often. She is a sweet child, and must be over 19 with a cute well-developing body, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. There is always a smile on her petal-like lips.

We are a happily married couple with no children. My wife is 44, a very lovely and loving soul. I am 49 and look average. I work as a senior-executive in a bank.

One evening I was alone at home. My wife had gone out. I was just idling and thinking of going out when the doorbell rang. I went to the door and saw her there, smiling like always. She walked in when I opened the door. She told me that her computer was out of order and that she would like to use mine. I took her to the computer-room, then went to kitchen to get her a drink. After giving her the drink, I came back to the living room.

I had hardly settled down in my chair in the living room when I heard her calling me. I went to the computer room. She said she could not turn on the computer. She was sitting on the chair before the computer. I sat down on the arm of the chair and began to help her in operating the computer. In doing so, my cheeks rubbed against her breasts.