One day, I was going to my home Solan. When I reached the bus stand, to my surprise, i saw even her waiting at the bus stand. I could understand that ...she was going to her place, i.e. Shimla. But still i asked her. When the bus came, it was obvious that we took the seat together. Being a gentleman, it was my moral responsibility to buy a ticket for her also. When the bus started, we were busy in talks with each other. I was able to see the slut inside her. Hoping for my good luck, I waited for. As she'd guessed, they were quite large, almost pendulous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more sag than that expected of such large orbs. Better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her nipples growing in size, till they were almost halff an inch long. As if to entertain her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her head. The movement caused an ever so slight bounce in the boobs, but it was enough to make Neha's lust for those tits uncontrollable.. ”“That sounds logical.” Molly nodded.“But, like, are we still friends? I still consider you a friend, but I don’t want to presume.” I replied.Molly grimaced a little. “You don’t think I consider you a friend? Aaron, that’s hurtful.”“I’m only trying not to presume anything here.” I defended myself, waving my hands in front of my face. “And not to put a spotlight on you, but this is exactly why I’m asking you not to deny stuff. Because the reason I don’t know if you consider me a friend or not is. Maybe it's not just because of my hair but maybe my personality, I'm a push over. I do what I am told when I am told. But in some cases because I am a red head, pale, and have freckles I get many men but none that want a relationship. From what I have noticed men love and thrive off of fucking redheads and because I'm a push over I'm even more of a want for them because I'll do anything they want. I wasn't liked much growing up and still am not now or from what people have told me anyways. But.