But I don’t want him – at least for now.”Nasir’s colour turned crimson. “Yes you want the 12 stroke Nawaz,” he hissed.Kulsoom got up. “Y...u should show some better manners Nasir saheb,” she said politely.Nasir threw himself on the sofa. Rasheed just smiled at seeing his friend’s frustration as Kulsoom moved toward him. “Oh you want this bahai first,” Nasir said sarcastically.Kulsoom did not reply, as she removed her dupata. “Tell him just watch and not dare touch me,” she said embracing Rasheed. ” I told her with my palms on her luxuriant boobs “yes you really possess a pair of luxurious, fleshy and spongy boobs.” She just smiled seductively and uttered “ooohh yyoouu.” She silently kept her hands on my cock that had become hard in excitement by that time. She was caressing my stiff cock with her soft hands from over my pant and underwear. I had taken her both the boobs in my hands and was busy in fondling and pressing her protruding boobs arrested in the bra and blouse.She was making. For the next 2 or 3 hours I sat and talked with her on the phone. She told me: “you always give me strange looks with your eyes” and I honestly had no idea what she was talking about. I just agreed with her and let her keep talking. Over time, the conversation evolved into: “how big is your penis” and “how many girls have you done it with”. Each new question out of her mouth shocked me even more, but I stuck in there and answered them. We talked for a long time and later when we were about. An hour later, Rashmi and Preeti were crossing the NH 47 to get to the entrance of Oberon Mall. Preeti had noticed that Rashmi looked worried and only one thought passed through her mind when she had first noticed it: cute. Many people turned their heads to get a second look at the two of them. This was what Rashmi was worried about; that somebody might notice she wasn’t actually a girl. Luckily, she hadn’t seen any friends from college. If she had, she’d have probably passed out from fear of.