She turned back and flicked up a light switch on the wall with no result. She sighed. A short, sweet sigh. And headed for the kitchen."Fuck," I whispe...ed. I couldn't see into the kitchen and not even a shadow of her cast out. If she started cooking, I might risk moving. Maybe to the bedroom across from me. But she was back soon enough with a half-full bottle of vodka dangling from her right hand. She aimed for the couch, sat, and found the remote.The television flicked on and, I assumed, the. Bob admired her erect nipples surrounded by cinnamon colored areola. Now clad in only her panties, she stepped toward Bob, rolling her nipples between her fingers."Do you like them?" Liz asked seductively, flicking her fingers over her hard brown buds. She moved in close to Bob and put her hands behind her back, thrusting her chest out. "Play with them. Tease me."Bob reached out and gently squeezed her breasts, thinking about all the times he'd admired them and wondered what they felt like, and. Dinner was planned for 6:00pm, but it was going to be light — chicken caesar salads — given nobody knew how much Karin would want to eat or how tired she was going to be. Given the time difference, it was early evening in Sweden, so Karin’s internal clock wasn’t telling her to sleep just yet.Karin fielded questions about her trip and about things she wanted to do when she was here. We finished our snacks and Karin asked if she could take a shower and change, and Melanie took her upstairs. I. I asked her ‘What happened?’ . She told me she is so sick of her friends. I replied ‘what happened? Tell me.’ She said ‘My friends are commenting on me’. I said ‘What they commented?’ She hesistated first but then told me that they are calling her ‘Ripen mangoes’. I was so busy in reading that I have not even noticed that she was wearing white T-Shirt and dark blue colored jeans. I was astonished to see her in such a avatar and removed my specs and just watching her. She broke my inspection by.