She used to run around the house in simply her panties and a bra or t-shirt. Her soft, perfectly round ass would jiggle about and her 32C's would boun...e amazingly meaning I would have to run for a shower to 'relieve' myself of a raging erection. I was surprised she hadn't had any boys, but maybe it was my naivety and she had had plenty. It felt like she had. She stared up at me with her mesmerizing brown eyes wide. Her brown hair flowed down to her arse as she crouched, legs open with one hand. There was nothing there!Disappointed, Julie checked the Hyperboard. There was a message from Mindy screaming "DO NOT READ STORY 2000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Clicking onto the message, she read about the S2K bug. Shaken, but relieved it had been her and not Bash that had read the story, she signed off the Internet. Julie posted a note on Bash's computer telling him to talk to her first before signing on because there was a problem. Then she went to the bathroom to take a shower. Julie was feeling. It only took a few minutes to finish. I knocked on his door and he answered in a really nice button down shirt and crisp, tight jeans.“Come on in” He said in a deep, husky voice.I walked in and slowly grazed his front. He was solidly built. Very muscly. I walked to his open living room and sat on his couch. There were many boxes around and the tv was balancing on two boxes.“Sorry about the mess. I’m just moving in.”“It’s fine. I understand. I’m gonna be moving out soon too.”“Ah. You live with. Kakir shyamborno dudh aar kaalo bota dekhe ami aar thakte parlam na. Dui dudher maajhe ekta sundor til.Dudh duto chotkate o chuste shuru korlam. Kakio jore jore chitkar kore bolcchilo “oh arun.. ki araam pacchi.. aro jore tepo.. chuse chuse shesh kore deo amake. Amio aar nijeke atkate parcchilam na. Uthe kakir saari shaya sob khule puro lengto kore dilam. Kakio pray baghinir moto hoye uthlo. Tene amar pant khule amar Barata dhore chotkate laaglo.Ami kakir pete chumu kheye naabhi ta chattei kaki.