There was some static electricity in the tiny skirt that kept the hem bunched up near the top of my butt crack.

My firm butt was still on display for Jethalal to look at and my husband made no attempt to come to my rescue.

I don't know if they are watching Or not.

After I finally finished pouring the lassi, I quickly pulled my skirt down to cover as much of my butt as I could.

I grabbed a spoon and some sugar packets, and then I started walking carefully towards them.

I had to make sure that I didn't face Jethalal because most of my cleavage was exposed in front of him and I didn't have a free hand to hold my skirt down.

When I reached the dining table, I thought I am comfortable now, but in my nervousness the spoon drop from my hand.

I didn't want to bend over in front of jethalal in this short skirt so I asked Sodhi, My husband.

Roshan : can you get the spoon for me?

Sodhi : you know I have back problem, Can't you get it yourself?

I timidly replied now I boldly said as I know the drinks ruling their heads.

Roshan : I can, but honey, I don't have any panties on. Do you really want me to bend over in front of Jethalal ji? (This time I asked teasing)

Jethalal : if Yes, then?

My husband didn't object, so I said.

Roshan (with a smirk) : Fine, I'll pick up the spoon myself.

I tried to sat down to get the spoon, but I almost spilled my lassi so I had to bend over with my legs straight and slightly apart for balance.

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