I dropped the shawl and was standing in pants and bra. The others were also starring at my well developed boobs and milky white belly with a deep nave.... Teacher came to me and told me to wear my saree. She helped me to wear saree. While putting the folds of the saree she accidentally touched my nevel. I liked that very much.I closed my eyes and she smiled at me. After making me wear my saree she went to help others. I also joined with her. While helping the others I touched their soft. We were sucking the milk out of her boobs from time to time. Honestly, It was exciting to suck milk out of someone’s breasts instead of getting them sucked out of mine.“So, these 8 kids, who are their fathers?”, I asked.“I have one each from Mukesh, Suresh, and Ramesh. 1 from Ajeet’s son. But rest 4, I don’t know. So, many unknown men have fucked me till now, I can’t tell who is the real father of the other 4. And after what your dad did, I only consider them as my children.”As we were. I wasn't a financial whiz and stocks smelled fishy to me. It wasn't something I felt was tangible, like a house or real-estate. In any case, the place I wanted to build for me and my lovelies was still in (my then) future. And until I had a method of financing a purchase on paper, I couldn't start the project.So, being the frugal little Chinese bastard I was, I lived like a hermit and sought a way to launder the money I had in a different way. With the Lunar New Year envelopes, I figured I. " I don't..." It will all become clear on Friday... that is the night you said you'd be free?" Yes, Phillip will be away on another business trip and a friend is going to stay with Aaron." Great, here's the address." Not at your apartment?" Not this time. Something new and different, remember?" Yes... of course," she replied finding a notepad and pen.Perhaps disappointment was too strong a word. After all, Lawrence, had been rather handsome for a middle aged man. He was suave and mannerly and.