I went to her house by 9:30 by wearing night dress. She was ready in black saree which she wore under her sexy navel & cut jacket. I straightly jumped...on her, lifted her & took her to bedroom. I made her sleep & i slept on her & started kissing her on her rosy lips. In the mean while i was pressing her boobs which were very big & i can get the hotness of her boobs from her jacket itself. Both of us were playing with our tounges & i really enjoyed it.then i took off her saree & started pressing. I went to my room and tested the cams and sound. Everything was perfect for Project Stephanie! I turned her radio off and closed her door.I went into the kitchen and made a mini-pizza in the toaster-oven, they taste like shit in the microwave. I was stood there when Steph arrived."Hi dork" she laughed."My name is not dork!" Sure dork whatever" and Steph went upstairs to her room.I went to my room and checked my spy set-up. My laptop was the gateway to heaven. There was Steph walking around her. There were no huge Superstores or out of town shopping centres, and the Do-it-yourself industry had yet to be born.(Now, of course, with the almost complete relaxation of the Sunday trading laws, Sunday is just like any other day; in fact the shops seem even busier than the other days of the week as people go out in family groups. Even the Welsh pubs are now open on a Sunday, though not the Hebridean ones.)Knowing that the Clifton shops would all be shut, we had therefore asked the twins to lay. Reema slipped on some flats to round out the outfit. She admittedly felt self-conscious stepping out of her room. Reema didn’t usually have to worry about how she looked in public. Clothes were never a big deal for her. Sitting in class later that day, she found herself noticing how the waistband of her jeans pressed into her hip, rather than listening to whatever passage the professor was reading out loud. Reema shifted in her seat several times, enough to cause some students beside her to.