And about Ayesha’s looks, in short, she is a bombshell. She is around 5.5 feet tall, really fair, with long black hair and she has an awesome pair o...f BIG boobs. And I really mean the ‘big’ word. To go with it, her curves are as sexy as it can get. On the day I met her at the wedding, she was wearing a sexy black transparent saree and I was mesmerized by her hotness that day itself. As we both worked for the same firm, Ayesha and I exchanged our numbers so that we could stay in touch later.Two. Not that we wouldn’t have reached the stage it brought us to at some time or other; either then or shortly after; you understand? And, as I’ve already pointed out: the rot had set in long before. But, you’ll realise when you hear her reply; it was the enquiry paving the way for her to lay everything on the table.Holding my eyes with complete confidence and -thinking back- spite, she told me:?Because tonight??As she drew the sentence out I realised I was holding my breath, ears pricked:?Because. After a few warm up moves, we were on the mats. Normally we would start out with the light stuff, disarming each other with fake knives, a rubber gun or an assortment of other kinds of weapons used on the street. We would then work our way up to the more advanced stuff, ending with the pogo sticks with the leather ball on each end.Today she wanted to start with them and started out aggressive. Within minutes we were both huffing and puffing. We had both been knocked on our ass several times.. We were very close. He was in his mid-20s and had recently married my aunt, who is seven years his senior.My uncle had my mother's dark hair and was a swimmer in college. I remember going to see him swim since he was in his teens and I was just a young girl. His small waste and broad shoulders had attracted my beautiful aunt. She was a vision. She was so feminine. She had blond hair and striking blue eyes. She had amazing long legs and the somewhat thin body of a gymnast. When I first met her,.