..I mean I know that as a game it can be super fun and all that but I couldn’t force someone genuinely against their will.....Damn and Blast!.............He very nearly dropped both cups of tea when he walked in from the kitchen.She was standing behind his big orange sofa,smiling at him and leaning with her hands wide apart resting on the back of it.Her breasts were free from her blouse and as she leaned slightly forward they hung down invitingly.He put the tea down and knelt on the seat of the. Seeing him there in what appeared to be sockless in those shoes, started me thinking of how good his feet and shoes must smell if he was! Like mine did, I hoped. He seemed to be about my age, but I had never seen him at school before. He was standing there talking to a girl, so I went into the pool room to shoot some for fun until my friends came later on. The center had just opened a little bit ago so there was hardly anybody there. There were a few from my school, but they were outside. Brashness. Audacity. Temerity. Rudeness. Contempt. Ridicule. Manipulation. Control.And when they realized they are in the presence of an evil lesbian bitch … a strapping, 6 foot 6, evil lesbian bitch who was now bossing them around in their own home … it’s too late. I love it. Getting physical. Pushing them around. Making them sit with my hands on their shoulders. Then making them stand, only to back them into a corner. Growling in their face, informing them they’ve turned me on, and that I’m. She is a year younger to me, 5′ 5″ and a great figure for her age – 36-28-36. Fair and beautiful, with luscious lips and an awesome smile. She is a Delhi Punjabi, who married a dork from Bengal, and I know them both from my study days. I came to know 4 years ago that their pairing happened when she was quite down with a breakup and just then he had proposed her. I had liked her from the day I saw her, but since I was seeing someone, I suppressed my feelings for her. R became a very good friend.