Iss me aap sb ke experiences padhne k baad lagta hai mai bhe apni aapbeeti suna hi doon. Dosto ho sakta hai ye story aapko kuch zyada spicy na lage ja...ise ki aap iss me padhte ho, kyuki ye ek real story hai.Ye baat tabki hai jb mai 5th std. Me padhta tha. Tab mai bahot hi maasum, jaise dudh ka dhula lagta tha. Un dino mere door ki rishte ki koi sister (age 20)hamare yaha padhai k liye rehne aayi thi. Mai bhola bhandari use didi didi keh kar din bhar usse chipka rehta tha. Par tab mujhe ye pata. Thank God for whoever made these by the way. My breasts weren't too big but they weren't small either. A bit more than a handle full for most men but I knew with Professor Fraser's hands they would be a perfect fit. I took a minute to think of how badly Malcolm had wanted to see them and quickly decided that giving them some attention would be exactly what we both needed. I began by pulling and pinching lightly on the hard, pink buds and soon found the sensation to be more wondrous then I. I tried to kiss her again, but she said, "commercial."Fortunately there are a lot of commercials on Monday Night Football. By half time I was kissing her passionately and feeling her breasts over her dress with each pause in the game. I was a little disappointed that she had chosen to wear a dress where there was no way to get my hand underneath. I tried another tactic and rested my hand on her bare thigh. As I kissed her I slowly moved my hand upward until it was under her dress. I was almost. “Well, I need to speak with him, and he hasn’t been answering his phone.”“You must be Becky,” the strange woman mused, a smile curling her lips. “Ryan has told me all about you.”“Oh?” Becky replied, blowing a strand of her dark hair out of her face. “I’m afraid he hasn’t told me anything about you. Who might you be?”“My name is ... Natasha,” the stranger said with a smile. “Pleased to meet you.”Becky simmered with quiet jealousy. Had Ryan done this just to get back at her for cheating? It had.