I shifted my phone and began posing at the door to my house. My neighbours were early risers and also had their door open. I do not know when they wou...d come out and water their plants, the added risk of being caught in a sports bra and cotton panties sent me into a frenzy. I knew what I had to do.I unlocked the gate and stepped out. I was in full view of my neighbours house and the communal elevator of the apartment complex. This was time the elevator was bouncing up and down as people left. The chance to work on something as simple as peeling potatoes was a good way to get his thoughts in order. He considered his life. Since the day his girlfriend had announced that she was moving in with his best friend, Dante had been alone. Hiding in his studio, he had thrown himself into his work. The problem was that his work had been uninspired. The pieces he had produced were junk. Something essential was missing in his work and he didn’t know what it was.One morning he had woken up and. Woh bohot garam hogayi thi aur mujhe, “Baby aur karo na, pyaar karo mujhe,” kehne lagi.Uska top maine upar kar diya tha aur uski tight bra mein uski moti chuchiyan bahar aane ko bekarar thi. Maine uske bra ka cup niche kiya aur uske doodh aazad kar diya. Mujhe use romantic way mein nahi chodna tha. Mujhe uski hawas ka fayda uthana tha.Mujhe usse use karna tha par mujhe nahi pata th ki woh bhi yahi sab chahti hai. Maine use seedi par haat upar karke letne ko kaha aur usne waisa hi kiya. Ab uske. She was of medium stature, probably a couple inches shorter than my 5’6” height, and what I’d come to know as “pleasingly plump” in her build. She wasn’t fat, just softly rounded and almost cherubic, and her turquoise one-piece bathing suit showed her curves in a most positive light. Her hair was a medium brown and fell straight to just between her shoulder blades. But what kept me interested in watching her were her very ample breasts that strained at the upper half of bathing suit, swaying.