I can give myselfpouty lips, dramatic eyes, I can even cover up the majority of the wearcaused by the sun, salt, and sand.I don't know why it feels go...od to make myself pretty, but in the worldI find myself, it is enough for me to know that it does.Possibly late August 2012I don't know why I picked back up with Katie's life again, given thelast time I delved into it it spiraled my depression. I think, though,that it might be that I was finally starting to find some semblance ofhappiness in my. Lying on my left side facing her, I could not use my left hand much and had to give all the work to my right hand only. I reached down and pulled up her nightie up to her waist. Then I reached my arm under her nightie and from inside I reached up to her breasts. Neha has a nice pair of breasts, round, not very big, but not very small either. Just the right size to nicely fit into the hands. I reached under the now loosened bra and found her lovely and warm boobs. Wow!!! I couldn’t believe that. I was holding her at the back firmly and beginning to move my hand, feeling the nice contours of her waist and back. It made me feel much better."Please don't go yet" I begged her, "It's been so nice of you to come."I put my face against the side of hers and felt the softness of her hair, there was a nice smell. She knew which perfume to wear. I felt good and happy.The next thing I knew is that we were on the sofa and I was embracing her passionately and telling her how lovely she was. The I. I told him it wasn't over. I untucked his shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. It's my turn, Itold him, as I caressed his smooth, hairless chest and flatstomach. He moaned his approval and my fingers made their way to hisbelt. I unbuckled his belt, slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled hiszipper down. I opened his jeans to expose a peek of his white underwear.I could see the huge bulge and I teasingly glided my finger up and downthe shaft before sliding my hand down the front, completely.