Her dupatta was wrapped across her shoulder and tied at her waist causing her left boob to go in for maximum exposure. She noticed me staring at her l...eft boob lustily but didn’t make any attempt to cover it with her dupatta.‘Sir, I spend a lot of time reading and studying. In the night time I get backache. Can I take these tablets?’ She asked innocently. ‘Let me check your back for you. I need to feel your back first. Then I can suggest what you should take. Don’t worry I am like a doctor as. The following lunch time we went home, I was not looking forward to the evening because it was time to sort this out, I had the evidence of his infidelity with Leslie along with the fact that he had slept in my bed with her, we sat in the lounge and when I accused him of having an affair with her he denied it, then I pointed out all the evidence including her long hairs In the shower which was a fabrication but he didn’t deny it, then I told him that I had found someone else and asked him to. I had kind of forgotten about her when I arrived home. After a couple of months my friend told me to call her and I did.I set up a date with her one weekend evening. I went to downtown Chicago to pick her up at her apartment. She came to the lobby to meet me. I was delighted to see she was smoking hot. She had sent me a picture in her letters but somehow they did not convey how hot she is. She was wearing a white button shirt with tight jeans and high heels. She is about 5'6" with a tight body. He sank into her, ignoring the look of pleasure she gave him, curling downward with a slight snarl.Saffron's nipples were as hard as they'd be had she been encased in ice, yet the room was hot, filled by the southern summer wind, and dry, desert air. The steam of his breath brushed her breasts, but they did not thaw. His hot, wet tongue circled her right nipple. Brushing the tip with his nose, he flared his nostrils in another soft, nasal growl before fastening his lips tightly onto it.