She wasmaybe a half inch taller and not quite as slim. LikeCindy she was board straight with no breasts or hips atall. She had long, wavy dark...hair where Cindy’s wascornsilk blonde and in pigtails, and like many darkhaired girls her skin was almost milk white. Two tinypink nipples and a bit of corral red between the legswere the only touches of color that showed below herneckline. Her pubis was slightly plumper than Cindy’s, butstill smooth and flat. . Room service arrived shortly. I hid in the bedroom in my towel while the girls signed for the delivery. My friend set up the plates on the small coffee table as the flatmate broke out the wine glasses and poured us one each.As we sat down to eat, I noticed the flatmate trying to pull the hem of her T-shirt down a bit so as to not put too much on display. My friend’s T-shirt was slightly longer, so she didn’t have the same issue. I sipped quietly on my wine as I admired the flatmate’s tanned. He was fit and strong, but lithe and agile with it.He was classically handsome – a target for most females, be they single or claimed. He would always be attractive to other women.But he was hers, now.She smiled as she thought of his last comment before he had lost consciousness.Bonded and Bred.This was a formal pledge between two of their kind. A promise to one another, that they would always be as one; that there would be no others for either of them. A promise to their packs that there. Ab agle din wo patient ko le ke aa gae nd unke sath unke husband and ek aunty jo unhi ke relation ki thi wo nd mere bade papa aae the.So wo aunty to di ki saas ke liye aai thi dekh bhal karne or mujhe bhi dikkat aati thi khana banane me bt mujhe kya pta tha ki wo mera us tarike se itna achcha khayal rakhegi. Me aunty ke bare bata du ,unki age 36 thi nd fig. Tha 34-32-36,wo dikhne me achi thi thodi sanwali thi bt gaon ki gori se kam nahi thi ek dam kasa hua gathila badan badi gaand bade boobs ek.