Once we were in the mall we went straight to the Orange Julius place,which was the hangout/meeting place for what seemed like every teenagerin Brookly.... I saw guys in there that I was friends with, and when theysaw me with Chrissy they gave me a wide eyed smile and the old thumbsup. When some of the girls who knew both Chrissy and me saw us togetherthey got this "huh???" look on their faces. I mean I wasn't a pariah,but I wasn't Mr. Popularity either, and Chrissy was definitely a step ortwo. He then adjusted my dupatta which has covered my boobs and put it near my stomach .He started checking with stethoscope by softly pressing to my boobs and near cleavage. He asked me to breathe in and breathe out because of breathing my boob’s size increase from its actual. Something was tickling in my stomach with the feeling of his touch at my boobs. His finger was touching my boobs from side of his stethoscope. He then put his hand near my stomach and pressed it 2-3 times and asked me that is. I stopped her but she was not letting me go out, then I pushed her and started pressing her boobs, we completely forgot about the place that we are getting intimate on the stairs only.Then while playing with her boobs she was making a moaning sounds, and started moving her hands on my cock, I liked it and also I was getting unconscious with her touch, then I removed the kurti from top, she had a slip inside, I pressed her boobs for a while, her boobs were very good but hanging a bit and removed. The mutemask made it impossible for the woman to speak or even turn her head; that was when it hit me. The woman was in formal attire. This was the clothing women wore when they went outside their house. While women were in the safety of their house, they do not wear the mutemask and the women’s hair were rolled into a ball shaped form, set just above the nape of the neck. As the woman finally got onto her feet, she turned to Jin’s brother, clasped her hands together and bowed deeply towards.