Bt rat ko kaun jane wala tha . .tb hm bat badhate badhate ekdum garam ho gaye wo puchti ki agar tm aaoge to kya kroge. . .Mai use dheere dheere use se... ki suruaat kaise karunga btane laga to wo phone pe hi siskariya bharne lgi jisko sunke mai bi garam ho gaya aur apne ko sant karne ke liye muth marna pada. . Hm karna to sb kuch chahte the lekin hmare pas na jagah thi na mauka, . .use ghar se jyada bahar ni jane diya jata. . .din bitate gaye .January me jb jyada thandi hone lgi to hmara skul. I mentioned her that I belong to the same community during our wait time in the gate. We didn’t get a chance to talk anything till Dubai and then we boarded the longest flight from Dubai to US where she was sitting right next to me.We were discussing a lot of things as we didn’t get a chance to speak so far even though it’s been about an year since we met first. We discussed about college and family lives of each other, had food and was talking some random stuffs. People started settling down. The place was well-kept and the oval-shaped bar was surrounded by large plants and posters of exotic lands. “Evening Sir, what can I get you tonight ?”, asked the middle-aged barman“A gin and tonic please”, answered Bill, his eyes slowly getting used to the light.Just as he was doing that, the barman dimmed the lights throughout the whole bar and Bill felt somewhat appeased by that.Bill wasn’t the only customer. At one end, there was a young couple, obviously local, and engaged in a serious. I stepped into my heels and stood at just under 5'9". I was curvaceous, with pleasantly rounded tits that looked smaller in the mirror than they felt on my body. I put my hand up to weigh one, and immediately felt the urge to cup them both and stroke them, and a pulse of pleasure shot through my new plumbing. I pulled my hand away. This could make putting on a bra a real chore. My hair tumbled down into the small of my back, stopping just above my rounded buttcheeks. My legs were slim.