Aur bhaabhee jinakaa naam simaran (badalaa huaa naam) hai toh qayaamat kee paaree kee tarah thee. Vo jyaadaa tar saadee naheen pahanatee thee magar ji... din pehen le socho pure mohalle men tahalakaa mach jaaye. Yahaan kaa har ladakaa unako chhoone kee tamannaa rakhataa thaa. Ek toh goraa rng oopar se unakaa husn. 32 ke ṭaa_iṭ mamme aur 36 kee kamar aur pnjaaban bas ittaa hee kaafee hai ye samajhane ke lie kee unako dekh kr kisee kaa bhee man ḍaol jaayegaa. Ye baat kareeb 5 maheene pahale kee. Took a jasmine scented bubble bath, did my makeup carefully. Black eye liner, curled my lashes and applied mascara, a light undercoat of pink eye shadow with a teal blue over layer. A light application of foundation then a light over layer of pink powder. Put on Cherry red lip gloss with pink lip liner accenting them. Diamond studded earrings a teal blue choker around my neck. The most adorable lily white tight satin corset with light pink lace trim and 6 garter straps each one with a pink bow. Ionly wore high heels when we were out and possessed only a tiny fractionof the number of dresses and skirts that Sam did. I wore little jewelryand my only silliness was my liking for dangly ear rings.When we were out Sam was always being hit on by guys. She must exude aspecial femininity. I got hit on by guys, but nowhere near as often asSam. What surprised me was that I got hit on by women. I had been hit onby women often enough that I had developed a reliable gaydar. I was muchless aware of. Hiseyes were like cauldrons of bubbling hot lava, waiting to erupt, andpour straight at me. They were so fiery hot and alluring I couldn'tlook away, even if I'd wanted to.I felt his cock again, next to me, pressing into my body, as we clinchedeven more. Without thinking about it, I took my right hand from hisleft and brought it over his other shoulder, and he naturally moved hisfree hand to my other hip. And then around to my back.And then down, directly on to my buttock. Where he made sure.