She barely glanced in the mirror before moving to her Macbook and quickly navigating to her best friend’s chapter-by-chapter online book. Her eyes s...anned the piece, appreciating the literary excellence (Cassandra, her friend, being an amazing writer) and once ending the newest chapter, typing in a comment: “Excellent as always, can’t wait to read more! You’ll be the next Rowling. -R” The sound of the garage door opening awakened her from an internet zone-out (consisting of her absently playing. She's got a gorgeous set of hipsthat wrap around into a pudgy little ghetto booty that gets attention where ever we go. Her breasts are full and perfectly round with nipples that point to the moon. She always buys her one pieces with the highest cutlegs possible. She has even gone so far as to buy custom made suits that show a gratuitous amount of side boob. Plus if the suit came lined, the first thing she does is pull out the lining to emphasize her beautiful camel toe and breasts. She is also. ’ My voice emerged as a hoarse whisper. She opened her eyes and nodded. I moved back a few feet and watched as she slipped out of the shrug and threw it over the back of a chair. She unbuttoned the cuffs and half the front of her blouse, and then seemed to change her mind. She leaned against the cupboard and tugged off her boots, leaving them where they fell. I caught my first glimpse of her cleavage. Perhaps she hadn’t changed her mind after all. She finished removing her blouse, revealing a. After some time my mother left and I started to teach neha.The house wasn’t big so I was teaching neha in the bedroom while bhabhi was cooking in the kitchen. Her husband wasn’t at home as he had a shop so he used to go quite early in the morning and used to come late in the night around 10. I also imagined how pathetic their sex life was and felt sad for bhabhi.I used to come home from college around 4 pm and used to teach neha from 7 to around 8-30. She was above average in studies and was.