Main mosi ko 9 class se chodna chata tha.Mosi ke boobs itne mote hai ki ek haath se pakad mein nahi aate hai.Unke jaane ke mosi nahane chali gayi or m...ain unki panty doondhi or use smell kiya.Itne mein mosi aa gayi.Unho ne maxi pahen rakhhi thi.Usmein se unke boobs saaf dikh rahe the.Mera maan unko pakad kar choosne ka hua par phir aapne par kabo kar liye.Phir humne khana kaya or sone ke liye chale gaye.Mosi or mein ek hi bed par soye the.Raat ko 12 baje meri aankhe kholi or maine mosi ki maxi. Lynn and I thoroughly enjoyed our first class, though perhaps not for the same reasons. The rest of the week, I could not get Jill out of my mind. I sat at work thinking about the girl who mysteriously came alive on the dance floor. Sitting there, I was truly looking forward to my next dance class.As time went on and our dance lessons progressed, we gradually got to the Latin dances. I was admittedly looking forward to the Rumba, or Argentine Rumba as our Argentine instructors so properly. “Curse? That isn’t ... Yes, well, you did always have a knack for twisting things to your favor.”“As touching as this reunion is,” Lord Morant interrupted, “It is getting late and there is business to discuss.”Will eyed the nobleman for a moment. “Alright. Go ahead.”“Introductions, first,” the nobleman said. “I am Sir Hallister Morant, Viscount of Armondet. I am here to commision your skills as a navigator.”“I know Armondet. That’s a rich stretch of coastline,” Will’s impressed look was. The taxi driver suddenly turned around and said, hey what are you doing? But no one cared. At the next traffic signal, the driver too moved his hand to back side and pushing one man’s head, grabbed my boob. All of them laughed.The taxi soon reached a market where only a few shops were open. Few young men stood outside a closed shop. The men came out and holding my hand pulled me out too. I was not able to cover my boobs again and when I came out, the anchal was trailing on the ground and my.