I started posting my pictures as per his suggestion. One day he messaged me to wear modern dresses instead of wearing traditional dresses. I told him ...hat I usually wear sarees at home and I don’t have any modern dresses. This made him upset. He then ordered me some dresses online. I too liked them a lot.My friend was so caring and he liked to see me in a modern dress. Meanwhile, my hubby also encouraged my dressing style. So I was very happy.One fine morning my friend Ganesh ordered me a very. She was wearing a light blue salwaar kameez. The other one who stood right next to her was slimmer, with small but cute tits. Her ass was also much smaller than the first one. She was in a pale yellow sari. She was holding the bar above to steady herself in the moving bus, so that her armpit was clearly visible due to the sweating which had made her blouse transparent. She must have shaved it a couple of days back, since a hint of hair was starting to grow already. Her sari was also revealing a. It was so hot it should have been called "Sex on the dance floor". It ended with a passionate open mouth kiss. Mike was next. Joan put her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulders and she gave him hickeys on his neck. John stood up and pulled her to him. This was no dance. They started making out in the middle of the room. By now Joan was flush with lust and her nipples were standing out. I got behind her and pressed my erection into her ass. Joan looked around and said, "Let's all get. Hell if he knew if he was in love with her or not. Sure, he thought she was beautiful. And he looked forward to Tuesdays and Thursdays at 5:00 when he could see her. And last night…he was still trying to figure out what he was thinking last night. He never, ever let a relationship with a patient get personal. He might not be a ‘doctor’ but goddamnit, he was a professional. As Jason Stillwell looked at the girl sleeping in his arms he admitted to himself that she was the only patient he’d had.