My breasts are full and for the most part still as perky as they had been when I was twenty-five. I’m fair skin rather than other Indian women who a...re dark, with a long nose and regular features though I dressed conservative simply, like most Indian women normally wore shilwar (traditional baggy trousers) Qameez (long traditional shirt) suit.I wore baggy clothes and used Dupatta (head and neck scarf), draped around neck and chest to covered myself well. Yet my boobs and bottoms were so generous. . I hate you... GET OUT!... She closed her eyes against the pain of remembrance. Why, oh why had she said those things? Chris was the last guy in the world interested in a fast fuck! He had proved that to her over and over again. And she still loved him. She thought now that perhaps she loved him more than ever. But he wouldn't answer any of her letters, and Wendy was strangely evasive about the handsome youth, except to write that Chris was starting mechanics school in the summer.Maybe she had. I don't know when we actually fell asleep, but it was gone eleven o'clock by the time I awoke, sunlight was filtering through the drapes. Lena was still slumbering peacefully beside me. I eased myself out of bed without disturbing her, and slung on my bathrobe. I went down to the kitchen to make us some breakfast. I went through the motions of making coffee and toast, but my heart wasn't in it, I just wasn't hungry even though neither of us had eaten anything more than crisps the night before.I. Wo jab ye kar rahi thin…..tabbhi mera haath unki chut ke ander bahar ho raha tha…..maine apne land pe condom pehli baar pehna tha……phir maine unke uper let te huye apna lund unki chut mein daala…….phir upper neeche hone laga…….lekin baar baar land bahar aa jata tha…..to unhonien batya ki zayda upper nahi uthte….to mein phir se nader bahar karne laga aur is baar acche se kar raha tha…….jab mera dhherre dhhere ander jaane laga to wo bhi…..mast ho rahi.