She welcomed me to her house. she wore a orange color churidhar.she looks like dham sexy.she told to me that she reached house now.i noticed that she ...don't use churidhar shal.i think that she is tired so she removed that for to make cold to her body.i tell to her my difficulty to fill the form.She told that don't worry i will help you.times goes slowly,her mother left for someones marriage.that time we both are only in that house.i am tensed.i looked her boobs.boobs were look like two rockets. Still, Lillian was giving me the cold shoulder, every time I went into the kitchen. She would find an excuse to leave the room. Pretending that she had to get something from the fridge.It was Saturday afternoon. Everyone had gone home. It was just Jennifer and me in the office. She was showing me how to input the debit and credit figures for the accountant. Giving me a big smile from ear to ear when she highlighted the profits we made that week. With a NatWest money bag in her hand, she started. I had left the tags on the robe, in case I needed to take it back. When Jennifer saw the robe she started to cry. ‘Jennifer, why are you crying? Have I offended you?’ ‘I lived with Mike three months and he never bought me anything. He never asked if I needed anything. I’ve known you three days and you bought me a robe, a nightgown and Tampax.’ ‘So, I did good?’ ‘Yes! You did good. Now turn around and let me change.’ I turned and noticed that I was at the right angle to look in the mirror and. Walking, existing. Jen had gorgeous breasts. She wasa full B, sometimes, depending on the brand, she needed a C. She hadlarge round areolas. She'd never go braless like this. Not wearing thisshirt. It was a turquoise cotton v neck with short sleeves. She wasn'tbeing lewd or even indiscrete. Most young women would have no problemwith it. But her nipples were clearly visible if you looked. I saw the eyes. Some looked overtly, leeringly. Others more subtlely,discreetly. It wasn't.