Now the story begins amar ki umar 25 saal haiuska badan bahoot muscular hai woh roj excecise karta hai jab bhi woh terrace par excercise karne jaata m...in koi bahana bana kar chat par jaati our uske badan ko nihar leti.ek din jab main bahar se ghar aayi to maine apni chabi se darwaja khola our ader aa gai our seedhe mere kamre main chali gayi amar us time so raha tha . Thodi der ke baad woh utha use maloom nahi tha ki main ghar main hoon , kuch awaz hone se main apne kamre se bahar ayee our amar. I was worried her family might be at home. I reached the place and waited downstairs.She came down in a pink nightie and bathroom slippers. We hugged and walked up to her apartment. Climbing up a few stairs, I was fine but she seemed out of breath, her chest heaving up and down with beads of sweat running down her neck and deep into her cleavage which I could clearly see through her nightie.We entered her apartment and I noticed nobody in the house. I sat down and she offered me a glass of. She was tired just closed her eyes & started listening to some songs on her mobile. I saw the guys sitting opposite us continuously staring at us. I hear one of them saying ”What shape she has looking at her lovely boobs dress commented this bastard is lucky to have female like her. I tried to ignore them but just took a glimpse & saw that her tits were really sticking out from her dress. after passing some stations our compartment got jammed packed &I thought it will be difficult to get down. Just remember that I have dibs.” The tender moment might have stretched out painfully, but she dispelled the somber mood with a cheery “Wanna go upstairs and fuck?” * “Hey, Fiona.” “Ah, hello, Jahn.” An awkward pause ensued, silence waiting on the other end of the phone. “Good to hear from you again…” Hell with it, he thought, diving right in. “I came by a pair of tickets to the Chevriez and was wondering if you’d like to go with me?” “I’d love to! I can’t imagine where you came by those on.