I had just turned nineteen. Unlike the west, most guys in my country, India, were still virgins at that age, making the best use of their hands.

But that did not stop them from fantasizing. I was like any other guy. The Mehta's had moved into our apartment recently.

Theirs was a small family husband, wife and their six year old kid. Mr. Mehta ran some

business and was always traveling. Mrs. Mehta was a friendly lady; she must have been about 34 or 35 at the most, but most of the times she kept to herself.

She had a lovely figure rather curvaceous with huge assets which were imprisoned...