. are very full and well developed..” said the doctor with shock expression.“Yes, I’m very proud of my.. lungs..” blushed Savita.“So what do...you think, doctor? Am I going to live?”“Oh, yes! You’re healthy as a horse! Perfect Perfection!”“Could you excuse me a moment? Something came up that needs my attention…”“Okay, Sure…” and rushed to his cabin and started to think about Savita’s body and it called him ‘Examine me doctor… Probe my wet pussy with your hard medical meat!’‘I’m gonna examine. We had semi-automated washing machine and I use to help her in washing clothes. While washing clothes I use to observe at her chest area. Sometimes I got lucky when she use to bend and she did not paying much attention. She use to wear chudidar kameez and most of the times she do not wear oodni while doing house hold things. So yeah, sometimes I got lucky to take a glimpse of her tits. She never use to bother about it. (She may be thinking poor fellow, let him watch it as this is common in that. You were just taking a break from work and I was just infront of you. Don’t worry at all). I smiled at her again and she felt more at ease now. She smiled back in a comforting way. She sheepishly asked, “Bhaiya, yeh saara gym jaake hua?” (Brother, this all happened at the gym).I was confused, and replied, “Kya hua?” (What happened exactly?). She was uncomfortable again but she got over it and said, “Woh aapki body bhaiya. Gym mein kaafi kasrat karte hoge aap haina?” (Oh, that body. You must be. Next also she slept next to me, I kept watching her boobs and badly wanted to touch them. At midnight when everybody slept, I gathered a little courage and put my palm on her boob as if I have done it in sleep; they felt so soft like sponge. I slept after long time with my palm on her boob, I did not dare to squeeze or something else. Next day nothing much happened, that night she also she slept next to me. Even on that night I put my palm on her boob and pressed them very delicately no.