In the night, I jerked off 3 times on her photo on my phone.The next day, I cleaned my room, shaved, and had a nice bath. At around 4 pm, I heard a kn...ock on my door. I rushed to open the door.And there she was – all gorgeous looking and pressing books on her breasts with folded hands. I saw the dark red nail-paint on her long nails and pink lip-gloss.The hot Punjabi girl was wearing a red crop top and black mini-skirt in which her long sexy legs, flat midriff with deep navel were quite visible.. "Thanks," I mutter back, as he throws me a sympathetic smile and leaves the room, which only humiliates me further. I pull my backpack onto my desk and notice a paper folded over and taped to the front. I consider just throwing it away, but curiosity always gets the better of me and I rip it open. It was an invitation to spend my weekend alone. "Clever." I sarcastically thought, although swallowed a lump in my throat.The hallways settled down and I felt safe to leave for home. I walked home. " And of course I came, a lot. I dreamt about mytits that night.The next morning we did not mention the events of the previous night.As she was leaving Victoria said "Get dressed up nice for me again thisevening. I enjoyed last night. Thank you and I love you very much."I sipped my coffee deep in thought. Could I get my own breasts, howwould that work, how could I function as a guy on a daily basis? Unlessof course they were small ones.I dressed casually again and set to work. I got a lot. Once he forgot everything it felt like the weight had been lifted of his shoulders. It was as if he was submerged underwater. His lungs yearning for air. For the first time in while he breathed in. Tears came down his face. “Thank you Bella. Once more life is worth living.”“You’re welcome,” she giggled. Her happiness it resonated with him. His senses expanded. Joy seemed to pour out of him with every breath. With a bright smile he drove to school. Going to physics didn’t so much like a chore..