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 Asians like us but remain very busy looking after their business during day and their cultural and social activities during evenings and up till night. She remains lonely and visits us very often. She is a sweet child, 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 child. 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 to dress up and go out when doorbell rang. I went to door to find her there, smiling like always. On my opening the door, she came in. She told me that her computer had gone out of order and that she would use my computer. I took her to the computer-room and went to kitchen to get her some drink. Serving her with drink, I came back to living room.
I had hardly settled down on my chair in the living room when I heard her calling me. I went to the computer room. She said she could not open the computer. She was sitting on the chair before the computer. I sat down on the arm of the chair and started helping her in opening the computer. In doing so, my cheeks rubbed against her breasts.
