The events which mentioned in my story are absolutely true. Okay readers, my story begins here. In my apartment, a couple along with their kids came t... live as my neighbours. The guy’s name was Dhruv, who was a marketing specialist and was out of town for almost every day while the woman’s name was Anita. Anita was a housewife.Now, let me tell you about Anita. She was fair, thick from the bottom and had firm and large boobs (32C).As soon as I saw her, I developed a crush on her and always. We'll see if you have any other talents that allow you to fill out another role. Moreover, you will have a daily work out with Sienna, our personal trainer to keep you in shape. And in this house, you are only allowed to wear stockings and open bras if necessary. That should be it for the moment. Now let's eat.”Accepting her new role, Megan helped her mother set the table and served us the pasta, Christine had managed to whip up from our humble supplies. Groceries would be the most imminent. Once inside, I received a quiet, ‘thank you,’ from Jude.Jude moved into my guest room that night. Whether or not I wanted a houseguest, I now had one. Since it was Easter vacation for the high schools, they didn’t have classes the rest of the week, giving her time to settle in.Child Protection Services (CPS) stopped by the next afternoon. Kate was still here and had been instructed not to heal her friend. My house was visually scanned by the overworked woman, who exhibited no signs of. That's when I realized girls think different about theirfriends, and that friends to a girl are special and they mean a lot.I sat there thinking for a couple of seconds about what Lynn just did.Dang, what guy do I know would ever do that for me? The answer came backreal fast "NO ONE". Then I started thinking of how at school if one ofthe girls was crying, or got hurt, how her friends came running over tosee if she was ok, and if they could make her feel better. Heck I knewright away without.