Mrs. Khanna’s voice brought me out of the revelry. She introduced him as Arjun Khanna. Arjun offered me his hand for a shake, and I gladly put my ha...nd in his. If his wife wouldn’t have been there I would have kissed him to death, and asked to take me then and there, pressed against the wall.Arjun’s eyes were travelling all over my body. I am 19 years old. I have worn a sports bra to cover my 36D boobs and yoga pants, which gave amazing shape to my 34 ass, and my sleek ponytail completed the. " She lifted it the rest of the way up and off. "Turn around."I turned and was barely able to push the door closed before I felt her fingers slide under my bra strap as she undid it. It sprang forward as she let go of the straps and I moved my arms down to let it slide off.She shuffled me around so we were facing each other again. "Oh, my. Look at that. Those marks are because this thing's too tight. We're going to have to move you up to a C cup." She sniffed and wiped a tear out of the corner. . my kids! Are they really my kids? Only time will tell. God, what a mess my wife has left me with. I now doubt that the kids that I love almost as much as I loved my cheating whore wife are really mine. How could that be? I was there for each birth and I had thought that I was there for each conception too, but I'm not sure now. Boy, that's a hell of a thing to start thinking, but after what I saw today, I have to think it may be a reality.My wife Denise is 32, 5'-6", and around 110. She is. I quickly reacted and got the umbrella right and we entered the lift and were finally back home. The moment we entered the apartment my aunt got a towel and said you are completely wet, dries your hair properly and got a towel. In the same motion she started drying my hair, even before I said. Her sarees part covering her breast had fallen and I could see her cleavage. Actually she was holding my head close to her bosom. I was enjoying, so was she I knew. She went to my room, which she usually.