She let it go and it slapped against my stomach. She laughed and did it a few more times. It felt so good. Then she rubbed her whole hand and palm ...own the length and started playing with my balls. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. I would have done anything for her at that moment, as long as she just kept playing with me. When she was done with my balls, she grabbed my hard cock in her hand and started giving me a handjob. I could have died in that moment and been happy. . During the mornings when I work out she would call me and pass comments and giggle aloud. She would open her otherwise locked window to give a view of herself in her room. During Sundays we used to go out for shopping. She used to buy sarees by asking me which sari looks good on her. I too was good at selecting the right colors of sari which she would wear during my practical sessions in her lab.One Sunday for a change she bought a few churithars. Again I suggested a few colors of churithar.. ”“How the hell can you be on an even keel when that stupid bitch of an ex-girlfriend treated you the way that she did?” she growled angrily“Stephanie!” Kara said firmly. “We talked about this. Stop it! Stop it right now! Bethany is still your brother’s friend. And he still loves her. And if you don’t start treating her well, she’s going to end up moving out.”“Good riddance!” Stephanie declared with finality.I decided to let Kara run with it; she had been doing a very good job of reining in my. “Hello” she said “I saw the guys leave so I thought I had better come and see if you are ok”. Sandra tried to cover herself but without much success. “I think you might need a shower my dear. Come with me. I am Monica, by the way”. Sandra grabbed a blanket off the bed. “Come on, don’t be shy” laughed Monica “I don’t think you are shy anyway. Now come on. My house is just further out the back of the bar”. Sandra followed her down the path and into a house. “Now dropped the blanket and I will.