I turned back and she was still staring at me, drumming her fingers. ‘Just give me a call if you need anything’ her voice flowing down the hallwa... to me as the doors popped open. ‘I will honey’ I answered slipping into the compartment. A few beeps heralded the passing floors and the paneled doors slid open. On the opposite wall the ornate door read ‘690’ as I stepped up to the lock. Sliding the keycard through, the locking mechanism popped and the door opened slightly on its own. Pushing my. Thi.Bhabhi:- haan. !!! Meri help karne ke baad toh zaroor neeend achhi aayi hogi. Chlo jldi se nha lo fir breakfast krte hai. Tumhare favourite cheese sandwich banaye hai maine.Me:- ok.Mai naha kr aaya. Fir maine or bhabhi ne saath mei breakfast kiya. Fir maine bhabhi se kha ki.Me:- bhabhi mei bahar jaa rha hu.Bhabhi:- kb tak aaoge??Me:- shaam tak aa jau ga.Bhabhi:- theek hai. Take care. Bye!!Raat 7 bje tak mai ghr phucha. Maine door bell bjai or fir bhabhi ne door khola.Me:- bhabhi mujhe kuchh. That’s what I had pumped the previous day. It was an obscene amount of milk, the kind of level few nursing women could ever expect to reach. Yet here I was, ballooning day by day with more milk. Today I was sure I would be beating that record. Even if by a single ounce. The thought turned me on, despite my devastation a few weeks prior during my graduation.I had thought long and hard about the whole thing but had not come up with a plan for my future. Every time I felt I was nearing a. Bob, was stroking her legs as they flirted. Bob left her dress pulled up and began to stroke her shoulders, slowly letting his hands occasionally dip inside the elastic top with no wavering from my wife. With each attempt, his hand remained longer as I knew he was enjoying getting a handful of her breasts since she was not wearing a bra underneath. I watched as my wife sat up at his instruction allowing Bob to pull the dress off her shoulders and down her chest to expose her tits to his view..