“Yeah,” she said. “Just a little,”“You look lovely,” I said.I watched her blush, but she only said, “Thanks.”“Well,” I said. “Wh... don’t I put on some music. Would you like that?”“Oh, sure,” she said. I didn’t listen to music often, but I had collected a lot from the library and music stores. I put on some slow jazz, Michael Buble, and Diana Krall, and then went into my room to change and straighten up. It wasn’t messy, but I plumped the pillows and cleared away the dirty clothes.When I came. Well this became the bedroom of my brother and I and our step brother occupied with one double bed for the three of us to sleep on. Some how I got the side closest to this doorless doorway. Made for what was to become a very nice arrangement for this horny young man.When Zelma moved in with her mom and two brothers and a sister, she and her sister got the hide-a-bed in the front-room right next to the doorless doorway almost next to me in the bedroom.Well I took note of that right off and maybe. She did not want the marriage proposals she was offered. She did not want the tedium of romance, the tender, considerate sex, the avowals of love. She did not want the roses; she wanted something more direct, more physical. She wanted the thorns.She stopped on a street corner illuminated by a dim yellow streetlight that barely penetrated the humid air, leaving dark pools of shadow in the empty doorways and the rubbish in the street. Far away she could hear the hot whine of tires on asphalt, and. As they were to return back the same afternoon before their c***dren came from the schools. Suva urged Rupali to speed up. Rupali was changing and Suva just went in the room to help her. Rupali was trying to find some clothes with her pallu dropped. Blouse was partly open revealing breasts and cleavage was very long & deep and Suva could not take her eyes off and felt some pleasant shock.In a hurry Rupali unhooked her blouse and revealed her big breasts with large light reddish brown rings.