.Kya boobs the yaar bta nhi sakta ek dum mast…Mami bohat slim thi aur unke boobs bhi itne bade nhi the…Mere najar se mami ke biobs ja he nhi the t...he me tv dekhte hue utha aur pehli baar mami ke naam ki muth maar rha tha to maine dekha mami ne kapde dhoye nhi the to maine waha se mami ka blause aur panty uthae aur sungne laga…Bohat madak khushboo aa rhi thi jo mujhe aur pagal kar rhi thi phir mene muth marke mera pani unki panty me chod dijiye aur bahar aake phir se tv dekhne laga…Utne me nani. We chatted a bit about this and that as we walked through my complex to the street. ‘Oh my god you still have it,’ I said excitedly as I saw his white ’67 Chevelle parked right in front. ‘Yea.’ he shrugged, as he opened my door for me. I looked back and noticed he had a really smart looking black jacket hanging in the back seat. We spent the drive catching up on each other’s lives, how was work, school, and all that. ‘So, you’re dancing again?’ He asked me. ‘Yea, I’m taking like 5 classes a. I got a duplicate house. After 5 days I was asked to accompany Sumi to village. I took the permission of taking bike for a 3 hours ride to village. I and Sumi started off. I dint forget to carry the condoms. I reached my friends house around 11 and prayed that both the brothers will be out. It was I dint see any bike outside. Sumi was insisting to know why I came to this house. At the end I replied saying that I have arranged for the next “CHANCE”. With bit of coaxing she accompanied me to the. I was always in a state of self-preservation.I didn’t feel a hundred percent emotionally safe with Adam at that time, yet I found it difficult to stop myself from chatting with him. There was the Biblical allusions of our names that made it seem like our connection had a deeper meaning and purpose. Yet, he’d made it clear that his intention was to engage in a sexual relationship with an ideal partner, and although I knew I was at risk if I continued chatting with him, I couldn’t resist..