My hair was a plain mousy brown. Her breasts were bigger than mine, about a size C-cup I would guess, where mine were closer to an A-cup. Weight wise,...she was slender. Hell, she wasn't slender she was skinny, almost painfully skinny. According to the doctor I'm about fifteen pounds over-weight for my height and bone structure, a bit on the chunky side of the Barbie figure all the guys adore. She would have to gain fifteen or twenty pounds to reach that Barbie figure."Hey," I said. There was. With all my experience in such matters, I could just tell. The cheeks don't lie. Not that I was actively trying to guestimate bust size. This wasn't a sexual moment; it was a comfort moment. And if I had my way, I would have stayed in this position forever.But as my heart rate slowed, and as I took deeper and deeper breaths, I became increasingly aware of exactly WHOSE bosom I'd nuzzled up against. As my mind slowed down, and as the rioting emotions receded, I became more consciously aware of. Renu: Hi aunty, welcome to our house. Please feel free to use everything you want.Reshma: Thanks Renu. I didn’t know how to stay alone so I came here.Renu saw me in my boxers. She didn’t mind because I was looking decent enough. Renu had told me that as soon Reshma comes she’ll go out for some shopping and I had to seduce her by then because we had only two days to enjoy with her.As planned she went out shopping. Reshma was sitting on one end of the couch and I was sitting on the other end. Our. She was moaning about being “A good little slut” inbetween mouthfuls of the massive cocks that were hovering over her face. The barman went for a new position and sat on the bed and pulled her so that she was sliding up and down his pole. This meant that me and the stranger had to stand either side of her so she could still grab out shafts, pulling the life out of them as she yelled that she was coming again. The barman had reached round and began rubbing her clit as he grinded up into her.