Tara’s head bumped on my shoulder. She was sleeping.I was getting turned on by such a curvy black beauty besides me her figure and boobs were amazin...g.I was glancing at her boobs and pressing my cock over my pants.I took a chance and gently pressed her breast.Oh god so soft and juicy.I did it few times and then refrained didn’t want to get in trouble.Soon the flight ended. We reached Hyderabad and were at luggage counter.Then it was time to say Good bye Tara spoke “it was nice talking to yaa. I am called Louisa Renault. Why do you ask?’ the woman’s eyes widened with what Vandervoort understandably perceived was apprehension. The commander reached into his pocket to retrieve something before responding. His face was unreadable. ‘There’s something I need to tell you about your daughter…votre fille, Claire Renault,’ the imposing Lt. Colonel’s eyes softened as he addressed the mother who’d already lost a great deal this day. At the sound of her child’s name, Madame Renault’s heart. I dreaded Mondays, but this one was really bad. I was starting a week with absolutely nothing to look forward to, this weekend, I would not spend with Jennifer. I trudged through the day at work, several people asking me if I was alright. I guess you could tell, I was somewhat not my normal self.On the ride home my cell phone rang, I looked at the number, saw it was Jen. I answered quickly. She told me she just called to make sure I was ok, once again telling me how badly she felt about what. “Have a seat. Let’s talk,” she said.Emma did, plopping herself down on the couch.“So ... what did you say to him?” Jess asked, eyebrow raised.Emma sighed. “I told him we should just be friends.”Jess raised her hands in triumph. “That’s my girl! Screw him! Wait, I mean, don’t screw him!”Emma laughed. “It was tough, but afterward I knew I’d made the right choice. How did you know he would ask me out?”“Because guys all have a ‘type’. That type can be a lot more ... dynamic, shall we say, when they.