We chatted for few minutes sitting across the sofas. I moved closer in the pretext of putting the coffee cup on the side table.Our knees were almost t...ouching and I slowy moved my kneed to touch hers and she did not move her leg. I was really get hot and my dick was already erect. Blood was running hot in my hands and I got courage to hold her hand to thank for the coffee. She did not remove and Held the hand and slowly started pressing and she was just looking in my face and talking. I was. Sanchita did engineering in Chennai and was working in Chennai for a year. Three months before I joined the company Shanchita got transferred to Delhi and was 1 year senior to me at office. She was also staying in the same guest house. Since that was my first time in North India I had no knowledge of Hindi and was frustrated with roti and dhal. She understood my problem and started helping me out – we traveled together to office, post dinner we used to stroll in the streets and weekends she. Luckily soon came a bunch of people, chairs were put aside and the party got some momentum, people were s**ttered on the first floor (just a livingroom and kitchen) and nobody was holding back on the alcohol. Later that night even a couple of neighbours came by, they had just been to an other party and eagerly took andvantage of my open invitation to have an other drink. With them was Cobi, a downstairs neighbour that rented her apartment together with a friend, Sofie, who was contacted so she. Sitting down at the table you hold the box between your two index fingers looking it over curiously. It is approximately 2 inches long, 2 in. wide, and 2 in. deep forming a perfect cube. You don’t know who it is from since the brown cardboard has no type of identifying marks or writing. Now your curiosity is piqued and you lift open the flaps that make up the top of the box revealing to you a small red ball that fills the box. Laughing a bit that so trivial a thing was even worth someone.