This story I am posting only after her consent. To maintain her dignity, I would not reveal her real name. Let’s call her Nisha. Her stats are 35D-3...-36 (got to know later from her). She is mother of one girl child who is 5 years old. She is a typical housewife with her husband having his own printing business. I had previously had enjoyed with her during last year’s Diwali also and had posted my experience on ISS.This incident that I am about to explain happened during the New Year’s Eve on. At that time, I was jealous of her, too."We're older now. I wanted you all to myself and so did she. I'm not sure who would have won the battle for you if it had taken place anywhere outside of my parents' back yard, but that's not important. Because we all three lost in the end. You know she's not married? I pulled up her stats on the LPGA web site. She's almost as reclusive as you are. The only data on her bio was her birthday — I didn't realize the three of us have a birthday in the same. Only human. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Ready to go?" I asked her while she put her seatbelt on. "Let's roll," she said catching her breath, her petite, youthful frame shivering off the morning's chill. "I'll need you to navigate since I've never been where we're headed," I said pulling onto the road. "You can count on me," she answered, mustering a resolute expression and pairing it with a salute. Off we went to Amy's High-School.. Very intentionally she pressed into him harder and rocked herself against him ever so slightly while she commented on how he slept. ‘Fine.’ he said, ‘I slept fine.’ Understanding her approval of the situation they found themselves in he carefully placed his hand underneath her shirt. He moved his hand slowly up to find her breasts. He squeezed each breasts lovingly and traced her perky nipples. Playing with her breasts was more then she could handle. She dropped the air of indifference and.