She was tired, very tired, and she had just been through the most painful experience of her young life. But it was worth it, when they had given her t...e baby to hold for the first time she knew it had been worthwhile. She was lucky too, she thought, most of the girls here would never see their babies. They never had any visitors either, at least her mother came to see her twice a week. She knew that wasn't easy for her mother, it was a twentyfive mile journey, and the family car was getting. And now coming to the story is about my best friend who introduced me to this site. People will remember her if they read my first story. but i didn’t say her name in that story. So her name is Anuradha (Anu) what i call. u may wonder if that’s her real name yes it is. i will write her full description as no one wants to go back to previous story to read about her. So anu and me were friends from 6th standard. i’m very fair and she is dusky not much brown but good looking. People use to think. I was fully in love with you by the age of 15. I knew I just had to wait patiently and my chance would come."I couldn’t believe it. "Chill, b*o," Amelie said. "You’ve admitted I’m lovely, we know each other well, and I care deeply about you. Most men would kill to have a woman like me in their lives, so relax and enjoy the ride." She leaned over me, thrusting her firm breasts into my face. "Now suck on these," she ordered.I had no choice. I opened my mouth and Amelie thrust her breasts forward,. She looked stunning in a long dress of the darkest blue velvet which did not itself cover her breasts. Her bosom was covered by almost sheer white silk and the darkness of her nipples was readily visible. She sat with me and accepted wine. She seemed to have a certain excitement about her but kept her composure and entered into conversation with me, enquiring as to my age and health and commenting upon my clothing and appearance. I engaged in conversation with her as Mistress Pickles and.