Nilanjana khoob bhalo kore laura ta chuschilo. Nilanjana mukh theke amar laura ta bar korchilo aar songe songe laura ta ke mukhe ek songe addek ta ba ...aro beshi dhukiye nichhillo. Kakhono kakhono Nilanjana amar laurar mundee ta ke mukhe niye tar oopore jeev ghorachillo aar mundeer chendar oopore jeev diye chunchillo. Nilanjana somane amar bichee niye khelchilo. Khanik pore amar pheda berote laglo aar Nilanjana amar sab pheda gulo gat gat kore gile nilo aar tarpor amar bara ta ke abar theke. He was planning on going away and I did not want that to happen and so started to talk to him again and then I started to go back to letting him massage my breasts by taking his hands and telling him massage karo na please – accha lagta hai. Then I would make sure I am not wearing a panty and wear a loose bottom, and then I used to slowly take his hands and direct it to between my legs and make him go to the point where he would be near my vagina/pussy.It used to feel nice and then one day I. Boy, girl, it doesn't matter. We're just friends. If we limit ourselves to the boyfriend/girlfriend thing then you'll just have to break my heart and dump me the first time a good looking ninth grader asks you out to a movie or to a dance or something. I'm 25 and you're 13. We both need to find people our own ages for that sort of thing." I watched her face the whole time I was talking and the visual clues I was getting weren't encouraging. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes and her. There was no change though she still took my hand and smiled. I spent several hours with her just talking over my week before heading back to the house and a hot shower.I'd let the sisters know I was home, but they too were busy so I decided to settle in, sitting in just a terry towelling bath robe and watch a DVD along with a few beers after sorting out my laundry.At 8pm though, the doorbell rang and upon opening the door I found myself face to face with my mother-in-law Hannah."Hello Hannah,".