Neha : I am missing you.Me : me too.Neha : tum abhi mere ghar aa sakte ho.Me : is time peNeha : usne kha haan . Mera room bahar wala hai gate khula hu... hai dhire se andar aa jana aur mujhe pta hai tumhara room bahar wala hai aur tum aa b sakte hoMe : ok wait for me babyy . I am coming :)Maine dekha mere ghar sab so rhe the. Dhire se gate khol k gya. Uski light band thi. Andar ghusa usne mujhe hug kiya . Me batana bhool gya uske boobs bahut bade aur uski gaand b. Maine uske gaal pe usko kiss. The thing which got my attention though was she clearly went braless.Now normally my choice of woman would not have been as described but over a period of several weeks I became fixated with her. Her daily routine became almost a study course for me and I was fascinated with her body, the soft movements within the light cotton fabric of her clothes, the ample swell of her breasts and the tantalising glimpses of bare breast as she leant over. I became quite familiar with her through those. I saw a sneaky side tit and part of her large rubber hard nipple. My horsecock started to harden and I looked down and it was then I realised that my jocks were see through. It was too late to do anything about it now so I pretended to not notice. Of course she noticed the huge bulge straight away and I could see lust in her eyes. She said we should sit on the floor so I got up and walked over to where she was and sat on the floor. She never took her eyes off my huge horsecock bulge which stuck. We were best friends. We played together when we were kids, and when we moved into the big house by the lake, we insisted on sharing a room. Papa had died when I was eight and Jean nine, and from that time on, the house was always in flux. But while we changed bedrooms twice as Jo, and then Jill and Jan left for college, we always share the same bedroom. I think the thing that kept us so close was the fact that we were such opposites. Yin versus yang. Bad versus good. Wild versus subdued. And.