One of his legs presses against your ass, effectively forcing you to spread your legs. His face comes in close to the back of your neck, his face roug... and his breath hot. His tongue licks out and runs up the back of your neck, making the hair stand on end. One hand comes around and grabs your breast, squeezing, fingers seeking out and twisting your nipple. The pain is sharp and quick, shooting a flash through your nerves right to your pussy. His hands frisks your body roughly, not leaving any. Here I live alone in one room kitchen. I don’t have much stuff at my room not even a bedI put ‘gadda’ on floor to sleep. One of my friends from my grad college, Deepa, got job in that metro city only. She lived in hostel during graduation, now was living in apartment on rent. Her parents were living in Pune. She was good friend of mine.Last year on Diwali, she came to Pune on 2 weeks’ vacation. It was just 5-6 months after our graduation so we all friends were in good contact. She called me one. That too sleeveless and backless blouse. After seeing her I thought I was in a dream. As she was wearing saree as well as sleeveless and backless. Then she said that as she was getting bored and was unable to sleep she was wanted to hear some music. She had forgotten her earplugs.So I shared her my earplugs. After 15 to 20 minutes she broke the ice and introduced herself. Her name was Lopa. But as soon I introduced myself by name Joker she also changed her name to Catwoman. So our journey. " She was preparing herself for the battle with her mother. Mrs. Pettibone, as if right on cue, pushed open the bedroom door. "Now, now, young lady," she scolded Sharon, "you get yer ass up and out of bed. No more of this SWINE FLU bullshit. I'm not going to listen to that kind of nonsense." Mrs. Pettibone was wearing a lace robe which showed off her big nipples. It was cut short so that her smooth ample thighs were clearly visible."You know, Mom," said Sharon, "if it weren't three days before.