I still care a lot about Mike and I don’t want to see him get hurt, plus I’m his all-purpose assistant, and my job is to make his life easy, smoot..., serene, and comfortable.” She chuckled, “He creates the chaos and I try to make it go away. That’s built some kind of intimacy between us that most couples don’t achieve.”Amber absorbed the words, “Thank you. I don’t want to be a problem to you and certainly not Mike. I wonder why Mike would pay me any attention at all after seeing you and talking. Anyway, take off my shirt, maybe that’ll help.”She sat up and faced me with her arms up, waiting expectantly. I did not particularly understand why I had to take it off for her, but I sat up as well.The wet fabric of her shirt was clinging in places upon the curve of her waist, the soft swell of her bosom; her erect nipples stretching outward against it were apparent even in the dim light from my night bulb. When I peeled the shirt off her, my hand brushed against her skin. Underneath the. We were not friends, our humor and personalities did not click. Our general conversation was mainly about the city. We only used nicknames, she named me “Buster” after my first performance and liked that I called her Cherry. We agreed to ignore each other if we ever passed in public.The second week she tried a maximum effort, to show me how deep she could take it. She got me to her throat and had her gag reflex under control, but breathing was hard for her. I admit she was impressive, and I. So I stood up slightly to get a better view. Oh God! I saw Rocky touching my sister's small but ripe breasts through her T Shirt. Slowly he started sliding down the straps of her T Shirt over her shoulders. My sister was wearing a small black bra underneath. He started pinching her bra and started kissing my sister's ears. Pooja closed her eyes. He started kissing her face and kissed every part of it. She was just whispering "OOOH ROCKY!" again and again. He bent down and pulled up her skirt..