They were like the proverbial peas in a pod. They had done everything together-drinking, playing, watching movies etc. Hell, they had even fucked thei...r junior together-Mahesh drilling her ass and Naveen fucking her cunt.Naveen was a businessman. He had a huge tea estate in Ooty, which he inherited from his late mother. He had worked diligently and applied new ideas and had turned an ordinary business into one of the biggest in Ooty and indeed in the state.Naveen had come to Chennai to purchase. It still didn't come off as creepy, though. His constant smile made her want to climb into his lap and purr like a kitten.Alone in the stall she stepped out of her shoes, then stripped off her jeans, shirt, and undershirt. Then she rolled her socks down to expose her scars. She recalled Jason showing her his own scars and let out a slow breath. Stop worrying. He understands.Looking at her reflection wearing panties, it was obvious what a month of good food had done. Her ribs weren't showing as. He had had a deviated septum, the result of a long ago high school tussle, which had given his nose a slight bend to the left. But now it was small, upturned and delicate and perfect as porcelain. And framing his whole face was his light blonde hair, now straight and long enough to reach to the tops of his breasts.As he silently inspected himself, Mr. Mason walked into the white hospital room. "Well, there's the pretty lady! How are you Kelly?" The older man was leering at his new breasts. Samantha took every drop into her mouth, savoring it, like it was a fine champagne. She never spilled a drop, nor said a word. When I was finished, she stood up, gave me a tender, loving kiss, and taking me by my hand, led me to her bed.“I love you, Samantha,” I said, as I drifted off to sleep once again, with my arms wrapped tightly around her body.Awaking the next morning, I kissed her awake and gently brushed her hair away from her face. She was beaming like a kid on Christmas morning. She.