YouBhabhi – beta yhe kya haiMe -bhabhi kuch nhiBhabhi – are you comfortable naMe – ya ya bhabhi main batroom ho kar ayaBhabhi – jao ho auoMe �...� bathroom mai n jate hi lund bahar nikla aur hand practise karne laga samne bhabhi ki bra padi thi to use sugte hue sara mal bhabhi ki red bra main chuda diyaMain abhi mast hi tha bhabhi andar aa gayiAur boli yhe kya ho raha haiMere to shot ho gaye ki aj to kam se gayaBhabhi – yhe sab aur meri bra se kya kar rahe hoMe – bhabhi really sorryBhabhi – kya. It was like she was in her own world and didn’t care about anybody. I just wanted to go on the floor and dance close with her where I can feel her body close to mine. I thought approaching her directly might make her feel uncomfortable.A part of me said do I stand a chance but the other part said what’s wrong in trying my luck. I was looking for an opportunity to talk to her. I was sitting at the bar counter when she came and ordered a drink. She wanted a LIT but the bartender told her that he. He loved it when girls wore lip-gloss, and hers was raspberry, just like her shampoo. He looked at her, remembering how wet her clothes were. “We really should get you out of these wet clothes. Don’t want you to catch a cold.” He flashed her a mischievous smile. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it, too. She untucked her blouse and started to unbutton it. He took her hands from her shirt and told her to let him do that. He undid her buttons, opening her shirt a little farther with. "I'm not saying that they're all bad," I said, as I calmed enough toenjoy the feminine sensations bombarding my brain.Marissa reached out and cupped my left breast, which made me coo."I've never been with a woman," she said softly. "So this is new for metoo, you know."I couldn't help but lean slightly into her touch. It was almost like Icouldn't fully accept the sensations were real until they were from herhand instead of mine.Her smile changed from gently teasing, to tender, as she leaned in.