Maine pahle bhabhi ko sulaya aur phir night lamp jala ke main unke saath ek kamble so gaya aur bhabhi ka haath pakdke maine apni chest pe rakha bhabhi...b dhire dhire garam ho rahe thi achanakj bhabhi ne mujhe lip kiss kiya maine b achhi tarah reponse diya phir kya tha yaar bhabhi ab puri ki puri garam ho gayi aur mujhe jor jor se kah rahi thi “plz harry fuck me as never u fucked any girl”. main green signle pate he pahle apne bhaiya ke kabat main se condom nikal ne ke liye khada hua to bhabhi ne. She was adamant that I had taken off so quicklyshe didn't have a chance to get off the bus with me. I related, in strictest confidence, what had happened to me, and she laughed her head off. At least forty people must have asked me about it in the week that followed. It was perhaps two weeks later when again I found myself out with her crowd after work, once again. The group dwindled through the evening, and this time I was wisely drinking shandies every other pint. Sorted. [For U.S. 1/2. We hope you enjoy. *** Cassie Ross struggled to push her way through the heavy door as the full impact of the night’s events began to sink in and overwhelm her. Someone brushed past her in a hurry, not even noticing that she had tears streaming down her face. Actually, that was just fine with Cassie. She hated for anyone to see her cry. Dammit, she hated being weak enough to cry in the first place. Finally outside in the fresh air, she paused to gather herself, angrily wiping the tears from her. His eyes locked on to her smooth butt, which was completely exposed to his gaze. ‘Jack,’ she yelled. Jack snapped out of his surprise, blushed profusely and looked into her angry, blue eyes. ‘Sorry!’ ‘Get out and shut the door!’ ‘Sorry,’ he said again and backed out of the bathroom. His eyes fell down her smooth back to her buttocks one more time, before he closed the door. He stood in front of the door, shocked still, and tried to process what had just happened. He heard the lock on the door.