My chest was pressing her tight and firm boobs and I gave another love bite on her neck.“Ohhhhh jaaaann, zor se nahi…………………………�...…..” she saidI adjusted over her so my hard dick is grinding her pussy over her saree.I hold her boobs over the blouse and pressed them hard.“aaaauuuuchhhhhhh” she moaned.I opened up her buttons and removed the blouse.she was wearing a red bra to match with and I could see her pointy nipples standing hard proving she was turned on.I couldn’t resist and I took them in my. Maybe I was naïve, but my life was going nowhere fast. I grew accustomed to small town antics and choose to swim nude in a stream rather than attend my classes. Although I was very talented, my grades were a mere reflection of my boredom and lack of attendance. I would often slouch around in sweats and an old T-shirt, though I had grown into a very pretty eighteen year old, and would often find the likes of the three single boys in town glaring at me--none of whom I was remotely. When I walked into the solicitors, Mrs Jenkins was putting on her Jacket. Mr Clark was locking his office. Hearing the door, they both looked towards me. On seeing me, Mrs Jenkins smiled, with a sigh of relief on her face. She walked up to me, taking my hand and squeezing it.“I am so glad you decided to come back.”“Melissa, go home I’ll lock up,” Mr Clark told her.Standing outside the solicitors, like two people who don’t know each other, wondering what to say next. At the same time, we both. She'snothing very special, to be sure... She's certainly nothing very manly,or even very adult these days... She'd probably love it if I mounted aposter or two of some teenage girl's heart throb so she could ogle him atnight ... It's up to her... She can dream all she wants... The thing is,there's not much left of my husband any more. Not that there was verymuch masculine about him before... But it's all gone now... And I don'tthink she really misses it, being a man... not really... What's left.