She leaned on my shoulder. She was wearing a track and t-shirt. I kept my hand in her hand and trying to console her.After some time she held me tight...ly and I kept my hand on her back. In this process, I came to know that she is not wearing any bra. I consoled her by saying what you have to cry by leaving him. He doesn’t deserve you and you are very brave. You have been alone for these many years and keep going on like this.For that, she answered me I can stand by myself but every woman should. I can do nothing but wait and see hereShela takes this. She will still not talk to me about what is happening,claiming that she is still too mad.Shela drops a nightgown over my head. A gift from me when she was feelingdown about her weight gain. Multi-colored and pure silk with spaghettistraps and showing the full decollate. The skirt of it was rubbing mythighs deliciously, and as I looked down, my breasts sort of filled thetop end.So dressed, we went to bed. This was a long and exasperating. Now let me describe her, she wasof 19 at that time (Story is of 2001), sexy, nice figure of 36 28 36 niceshaped and big breast, and nice face just like Aishwarya Rai. She was a stunningbeauty and almost all our college boys have proposed her atleast once, Wellcome back to story, It was a dream come true to me, she came near me and toldme “I Love You”. I couldn’t believe myself that asexy godesss has proposed me, I hugged her tightly, and kissed her Passionatelyon her every part of body, She. Her salwar slipped to the floor and with my feet I disentangled it from her legs. We then sat down on the bed. I kissed her lips and with one hand squeezed her grapefruit sized breasts and with the other massaged her choot. She moved the foreskin of my lund up and down. All this time she was moaning with pleasure.I tried to take off her kameez but she protested. Her protest was so feeble that it would not have deterred a child. After her kameez was off I struggled to unhook her bra but could.