We dressed quickly as it as almost time for Granny to come. Both of us went into the bathroom to wash up. Naani was in there washing Granny’s clothes. She smiled at us and inquired about our game. Devi lifted her mundu and squatted with a can of water from the tap and commenced washing her cunt.
“This etten is terrific. I wonder where he learned so much?” Devi asked.
“We used to watch all this on the video, that’s how I know what to do. But I must thank you both for letting me gain practical experience.” I told them.
“You are always welcome. We too satisfied our cunt itch. We dare not play around with local men because the word will get around very fast and our husbands will kill us when they come to know about it.”
“Another thing Naani. Why is you arse-hole looser than Devi’s?” I asked her.
They both laughed. “This ettan is very curious isn’t he Devi? The answer is simple. My husband sometimes uses it. Most of us working class Kerala women have some experience in it. When I have periods, my husband uses my arse to satisfy himself. I too like it. Devi would also like to try it, but her husband thinks it is not nice.”
All this talk caused my prick to rise again. “I too would like to try it one day” I said.
Devi noticed the tent my prick was making in my lungi. “He is ready even now Naani chichi,” she said pointing to my prick. We all laughed.
It was then that we heard Granny’s knock on the door.
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