I had to tug it with both hands to get it over my inflated hips and ass.Then came the bra, which pushed my slightly swollen pecs together andup, givi...g me a nice bit of cleavage. I then took the blouse and slidit up my arms, however instead of button it, I just grabbed the bottomsof the blouse and tied them in a knot just under the cups of the bra.I bounced my way over to the mirror to give myself another inspection.I put one foot in front of the other, placed one of my hands on my hip,and. . mom; nahin beta baitho yahan .. kehke zoor karne lagi to meinkaha thik hai.Fir mom mere pichese khadi hote huye mera sar dabane gagi. Aur dhere dhere pasha ne lagi aur bat karte huye sushne ush ki boob ko mere sar pe touch karane lagi…….. aur puchhi ab kaisa lagta hai. Mainey kuch bola nahin , to who ushki boob ko thodi aur jorse mere sar dabaya aur puchhi ab kaisa ….? Mein pura samjh gaya ki yeh mujhe se kya chahta hai . mein bhi bahut dino se andar se jal rahatha , bash mom hai aur mere. She was wearing her favorite black sweater, and now it was going to get ruined.She turned to her left into the alleyway, where it was cold and damp. She walked as fast as she could in her heeled shoes, but still a couple of drunkards saw her and said nasty things. She was stopped suddenly when somebody grabbed her on the arm. It was an old woman."Spare some change for an old woman," said the stranger."Let me go," Tanya said angrily, and wrestled her arm free. She took off on her pace again, but. In the process we talked and laughed, revealing ourselves to each other with unguarded enthusiasm that was giddily refreshing. We didn’t kiss, perhaps because I admitted even before the spring greens were washed that I wanted very badly to kiss her. “Why don’t you then,” she asked. “Because dinner would surely burn,” I defended. She laughed in agreement. But eventually we touched as we worked together, she lightly placing a hand on my forearm when she laughed at something I said, me placing.