The other character in this story is my best friend Reshma who is Muslim. Like most of the Muslim women, she has very fair and clear skin with big eye... with body states 36-28-34. We have been friends since school and even went to the same college.Our college was in town so we had to travel by train every day. In this journey, we met the hero (or antagonist) of the story, Ahmad. He was tall and muscular with thick long hair and fair skin tone. He lived near our locality and used to work in the. . I think this whole idea of a reunion was a big mistake... we should have just had each couple up here separately... no one's getting along and..." Well obviously it was a mistake!" John growled. "But you're the one who made them all stay the last week instead of leaving when they wanted to! Now we'll just have to get through the next few days as best we can... won't we?"Carrie was silent. She hadn't meant to arouse her husband's anger, and now it was to her advantage to remain silent. What. I was pushing my hand inside her top to her to reach her bra strap.Oh she was so soft and I can feel the heavy breathing of her. It was same when I was rubbing her pussy in the car. I can feel she was getting aroused now. My hands were inside her top and kept caress her naked back now. I was putting my nails on her naked back and scratching her. She then said in broken words:Kanan: Ahhhhh abhi, little slowly. Ahhhhhhh there will be marks on my back of you nails.Me: Ohhh sorry bhabhi, did I hurt. As the bully felt the pain of the impact and began retracting his fist, James helped him out by adding to the momentum and spinning the larger student around to face him.The senior, his face flushed with rage, yelled incoherently and swung his left fist at James, aiming for his nose. There was a lot of power in the swing, but in James mind it was as if it were in slow motion. He could feel the intent, clearer than any emotion he had ever experienced, even before the fist had completed the.