He was a home loving guy. Hardly had friends, always absorbed in his work. Because he was always around, I had to be satisfied with a little extra dur...ng normal meets, hugs like that. Occasionally if Rahul was not looking I would brush my hands on her boobs or her ass. Then one day I got lucky. I had invited them to a dinner. I went to pick them up and found Pinky dressed to kill. She was in sari and a low cut sleeveless blouse. She was looking really hot. As we were moving down in the lift,. ” Bill bent down for peck that his aunt alwaysused for greetings and goodbyes. Instead of their lips just brushing however,Bill made sure that he kissed Tracey square on the lips for one second. Hecould have sworn that her lips had tugged on his lower lip as he walked away tothe guest room. Tracey’swhole body felt like it was on fire. That innocent kiss had sent her into alusty fit. Black lips were so full and luxurious, like they were made just forher. She missed kissing them. She missed being. Not girl. Not whore. Not slut. Not prostitute. Lady. Angel turned from Dante to the bar tender. Whats on tap? He rattled off about four beers and Angel settled on a Bud Light. Dante raised an eyebrow, a smirk across his face. What? Angel asked. Youre a beer girl huh? Angel just looked at him for a moment. Was there something wrong with liking beer? Dante chuckled. I was expecting something fruity. I like girly drinks too. Angel knew beer wouldnt sneak up on her like the hard liquor in the. One night while still on our first beer Danny said from out of the blue, "She's not happy." "She made her choice," I said. Both of us knew exactly who were talking about. "Might have been you that made the choice." "What I made was a mistake, what she made was the right choice." -----———----- I walked into the second last booth on the right and closed the door. I scrolled through titles and cover art on the screen and picked a video featuring a skinny actress with big soft tits. She began with.