Me and bf work in same office and in night shifts. We finished our work on friday night and he dropped me in his ktm at my place on saturday morning. ...I stay with my 3 of my friends in a 2 bhk flat. I changed from my jean and t to a short and t with panty annd without bra. Had a nice sleep and woke up at 1 in the afternoon to my bf phone.He wanted to have a quick video chat on skype as he is feeling horny. We have 2 bedrooms and my friend left for the office and am alone in my room. I said ok. Anyways…I agreed.I gave her my mathematics book, and she started making questions out of it. Ohhh….Maannnnn. She was looking very beautiful today. She was looking gorgeous on pink salwar suit. Her pink lips were matching to her suit. I wanted to kiss it. But she was busy making a question paper. As she was inside her house, she was not wearing slippers, I mean; her feet’s were naked :) Even I was ordered to enter their house leaving my slippers outside. Accidently her feet touched my feet. I. “Nice to meet you”, she said after a long pause and offered me, with not as much self-command as she would have hoped for, her regular friendly smile , the one I imagined her offering to all her clients. I was displeased and said warmly , accentuating my dialect and familiar to her accent , the one I let slip on only very intimate occasions “have we met before? ”, rolling my R and stressing the vowels. She parted her lips and gave me a deep inquisitive almost pleading look ,. ”“I am,” he protested, searching through the descriptions of snapshots and blog entries.“Where did the incident yesterday occur? I may be able to help isolate the files.”“It was here. It occurred while I was visiting the doctor.”She cocked her head, intrigued. “No. All the references I saw were either in Philly or Port Charles. There were several mentions of possible sightings, most featuring snapshots of people they think might be you, but none in any of the suburbs. People seem to be looking.