The manor that Cindy had called home was empty save for the servants. Over a hundred rooms had been used for her parties, and orgies--so the tales wen.... The only one I saw was the room in which she died. She had been left undisturbed after being discovered. Her passing had been recent, as rigor hadn't set in. there were no signs that anyone had been sharing Cindy’s bed, or drugs that night, so I suspect that her brother's hunch was right--the heroin on the nightstand had been her exit. It. Her single friend wasn't there; alas, it was the one girl that had a boyfriend. I wasn't that upset, I just thought, maybe. So, I broke out the bottle and we started drinking anyway. As the afternoon progressed, I sat on the back porch with the two women, and we were all laughing and having a good time. I found myself secretly lusting for the girl anyway. My friend thought it would be cute if she pulled the lace on the gals bikini top, and out came the tits! She quickly re-tied the top, and. After that watching her cleavage become like a daily routine to me(once she saw me watching but i think she just leave it thinking iam an innocent). once my mom called her to sleep in our home she came without any hesitant(she is a good friend of my mom)because nobody is there in our house except me my brother and my mom.We all sleep in center hall.for my goodness my aunt slept near me(roghi ichichathum paalu vaidhyan kalpichathum paalu) but i waited for more than a hour to get my aunt sleep. She said are you ok in dropping me home. I said yes and we started and reached her apartment parking in 15 minutes. She asked me to have some coffee in her house.I said no let’s have it another day. But she compelled me to have. So I went with her to her flat. It is on the 7th floor, a 2 BHK well furnished flat. After entering I asked her is no one here. She laughed for some time and asked me, “What do you know about me?”I said, “You are Sadhana,” and stopped. I was speechless because I don’t.