"She sat up, holding her pillow to her chest as she gulped for air."Because it's you babe, whenever I get lonely and I've had enough, feel like giving... up... "She picked up the phone, choking back sobs.Ryan switched off the music. "I love you Jen. Why do I do this to you?" he whispered. "I love you, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, just this last time." Ryan, why? You think I'm a slut. I'm a fucking whore to you!" No, no! You're not! I don't, I don't think it at all. I didn't mean it. I don't know. I cursed my luck as I expected to fuck bindu. Then after sometime durga brought me some water and while she was about to put the glass on the table it slipped and fell down .She them brought a cloth and started to clean it…Then suddenly I got a glimpse of her juicy melons …Aaah..!!!! I thought to myself,….Then suddenly she caught me looking at her boobs… She then laughed and said bindu was right…I didn’t understand her then bindu saw me and winked at me . Then I understood her thoughts….Then. The human body needs a certain amount of lipids in it to function properly. Cinnamon's obsession was with comfort food. She ate more ice cream in a month than I'd eaten my whole life. She also consumed large quantities of pizza, soda, cookies and Taco Bell. (When Dad was alive, she ate salads, steak and vegetables primarily and drank only water.) She had never been rail-thin (her frame had to support her large bust), but she put on about 100 pounds in 6 months. Now instead of being toned and. She came to my home. We started talking sarcastically. She teased me a lot. I felt her boobs very nicely while coming home on bike. They were very soft.She started asking me some personal questions and I would answer her supporting her itself, like if she asked that who I like in the class, I would say it was her. I went to her slowly and grabbed her boobs. She smiled and asked if we can start. I replied positively. I took her to my bedroom. She had thought I was not too rich but she realized.