.. one of those people. I used to weigh two hundred sixty-five pounds. That's not so much if I were six-seven, but I am five-seven. Climbing the stair...s to my second floor bedroom was an effort each and every time.That bedroom on the second floor was in the house where I used to live. I don't any more. My ex-wife decided that I was unsuitable as a husband and role-model for our three children. After trying unsuccessfully for several years to get me to lose weight, she got rid of the whole body. Angelina stood in a miniskirt with her long slim legs displayed fromher ankles all-but to her nave. She stood in what I guessed must be the firstever pair of heelless tiptoe-walk en-pointe-shoes shehad ever worn. She stood thus on tiptop tiptoe with her legs, her calf musclesnot least, in a tension of taut curves impossible to give inattention. Angelinawas thus both wrong and right in her assessment. Sublimely subliminally she hadsounded out, she thought, what would arouse me. That it would be. She rolled over onto her back and began to squeeze her breasts. Gently kneading them and enjoying the fullness and the weight. Gently she pushed them together and pulled on her diamond hard nipples. She pinched hard, bringing her nipples to the edge of exquisite pain. She bit into her lower lip as her back arched uncontrollably. The rain continued to fall, fueling the desire to almost an unbearable intensity.One hand slipped slowly down, savoring the smooth texture of her skin. She hesitated,. Achanak se Neetu apna hath meri short ke pocket mein ghusane lagi. Main sar ghuma kar use dekha to woh aankh se kya hua ka ishara ki.Fir mere kaan ke paas akar kafi dheere se boli: Andar kuch pehne ho?Main use dekha aur sar hilakar nahi ka ishara de diya. Neetu thodi sarakti hui mere se kafi chipak kar baith apne hath ko mere pocket mein ghusati gayi. Main uncle par nazar rakha raha ki kahi woh is taraf na dekhe.Par Neetu befikr thi aur jald hi uske hath mere pocket ke andar se kapde ke sath.