She was facing my side of the bed and I could clearly see her sleeping. I looked at every inch of her body from top to bottom. What round ass and boob... she had, I took my hands very close to her boobs and with a finger I just pressed a little and moved it over the curve, and was so happy to feel that. I started playing a game of finding her nipple with my finger, but because of her bra.. it was difficult.I was also so high on whisky that I did not bothered about being caught and just wanted to. ”Hanna hadn’t even realized that her mouth was hanging open from the shock of the wall of equipment. She quickly shut it and scowled. A wave of anger passed over her. Her voice was still small, but she was mustering all the rage she could to fight back her fear. “Fuck you! You can’t do this to me!” she hissed.Immediately she regretted her decision as his hand grasped her hair again and roughly yanked her head back. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open once more. A tiny gasp poured out. " Uh, thanks," I replied blinking, shaking his hand, and wondering when the hit was going to come."Even so, I hope you're not planning to stage any more events this size, especially in this location, and without a permit." Every week," I had to admit. "We'll certainly apply for a permit, though. I mean, this week, we just didn't know." Vivian, with this many people in this small an area, the neighborhood is simply overloaded. There aren't enough streets, parking, and sanitation, for example. I. Her name is Darshana. She is 7 years elder to me, currently she is 44. Darshana has just 1 daughter, Niyati. Niyati is 20 now, in her last year of BCom in a good college in Mumbai. So let me tell you all about Niyati. She is fair, around 5’7 in height, she has a very thin body. She is crazy about the “zero-figure” type and she literally starves herself to remain in that figure. This is about the recent Christmas vactions. Although me and Darshana both stay in Mumbai, we live far-off from each.