She was a lovely girl, with thick, straight, silky brown hair that just brushed the tops of her shoulders, flowing like liquid chocolate, the way the ...legant lines of her dancer's body flowed from one perfect feature to the next, from the full but not-too- heavy, wide-based, cone-shaped breasts, to her tiny, supple waist and hard, flat belly, to her gently-curved, girlish, dancer's hips running into long, perfect, slender legs.Yes, she was a lovely girl, innocent in the way most girls were. I made her stand and hugged , her boobs were crushing on to me I started kissing her eyes nose ears and started sucking her juicy lips for 15 min in the mean time I was playing with her boobs from the blouse I started removing her hooks one by one and removed her blouse the next second I grabbed them and was sucking the nipples like a hungry man she was moaning ah ah ah we moved to the bedroom and removed her remaining saree and threw aside,Immediately I fell on her and was kissing all her body. His best friend – the one he’d secretly yearned for, but knew was out of his league – had kissed him. It was not a platonic kiss. It was a hungry, hard passionate kiss, or at least it quickly became that once their lips met.It had stunned Bull. He had often dreamed of her as his lover, but was sure it was never going to happen. But she had kissed him, and even though they shivered from the cold water, the embrace was long, so delightfully long, before Bull pulled away.Slowly releasing her, Bull. He apologised to me something like fifty times in as many calls on my answer phone. He even gave me his address and said, would I like to come round and see him? I ignored him. But not forever. Eventually, I sat down and wrote him a letter. I told him everything, how I had fallen in love with him and how I could not change that. Then I posted it.The Present :On Friday I waited for the doorbell to ring. I had said, come round Friday morning if you want to explain. He turned up. When I saw him I.