We were fooling around one night and he kept lifting one of my boobs like he was estimating its weight, you know how they do? Lift it, look at it and ...hen let it drop it to see how fast it falls." She stopped talking and looked at me. "No, you wouldn't know."We both laughed and I saw the dimple in her left cheek that only appears when she thinks something is especially funny."He didn't actually say he thought your boobs were too heavy?" I wanted to get the conversation back on track."No, but. We have not chatted on Facebook all week until tonight(Friday). After a while I told Shelley that I had written about our walk and it was published on a sex site and was voted story of the week, she did not believe me and asked what site it was on, I did not tell her the name of the site as I do not want friends and relatives to see my posts, anyway I said I would send her the original draught if she wanted to see it, she said go on then send it to me so I emailed the draught over to herI was. She turned and buried her face into my chest, her arms around my waist and began to cry, soft, rhythmic sobs.We stayed like that for perhaps three or four minutes until the frequency began to subside. Suddenly, she gasped, "Oh my God!" And I realized that my robe was open and my, now semi-hard, cock was in plain view through the open robe at a point just below her chin. I quickly closed it and mumbled an apology."That's all right, it's just been so long since I've seen a man, I almost forgot. It was finally Saturday and a leave from college.I began with the normal workout session. I started with trade mill and cycling. He then took me to the weight lifting sections and gave me some light weights. Nakul showed me to exercise, doing them up the shoulder and down. I did them wrong way, so he came from behind, took hold of my hand and started doing them with me. Neither of us thought of others. Now, his arms were rubbing with mine and our sweat was intermixing. We were both hard and.