Here we go into the story.Hi. I’m Parul. A strong, financially independent Delhi woman put up in one of the posh colonies of South Delhi. Many Delhi...es can understand how my life could be. I work at an MNC, even though my husband is filthy rich. My husband is a businessman and earning well. He married me for my beauty, though I hail from an upper middle class family. Yes, you guessed it right. I’m drop dead gorgeous. I’m married for 8 years, have a 3 year old kid yet I can give a run to 20 year. Ses cheveux, ?norme cascade de boucles fris?es blondescendr?es, pouvaient rendre jalouse la plupart des femmes. Les coups debrosse avaient agenc? l'ancien chaos en une coiffure digne des plussoign?es perruques de marquises aux moeurs l?g?res. Ses cheveuxd?gageaient ?galement les lourds parfums des lotions et savons, partouto? Charles irait il serait au centre de ces exhalaisons odorantes.Enfin il fut assis sur un des lits pour la touche finale : le maquillage.Le d?licat blanc de son teint. His eyes seemed drawn to my chest as I undid the final button and pulled the material apart revealing my half grapefruit size breasts to him.His eyes seemed to stare lustfully at my little titties as he ran is tongue over his top lip, I don’t know if it was the cool air or his attentions but my nipples tightened into achey nubs. He moved the stethoscope just above my tits on both sides but as he did the cuffs on his white coat rubbed against my nipples sending sparks of electricity down to my. We looked at each other for about fifteen seconds, almost like we were refreshing all the embedded memories we had of each other. Crystal hadn't changed at all. Well, her hair was a little darker, she looked thinner – she'd lost weight, and I could see the muscle tone she'd added to her arms. She was beautiful in every way I could think of. I felt a surge of love race through my body.I held my arms out to her in welcome. I wasn't sure whether she wanted to even see me, or whether she wanted the.