Mere parents India me hi hai. Pehle Pehle mujhe thora time laga yaha ke logo se milna julna par abb aadat ho gayi hai. Jis apartment me mai akeli reht... hu, uske samne wale apartment me bhi ek Indian lardki rehti hai. Uska naam Sakshi hai. Ham acche dost bhi ban gaye the. Ek sath shopping karna, movies dekhna aur aise kam ham sath hi karte the. Ek din mai apne boyfriend ,Karan, se skype par chat kar rahi thi.Us din uska birthday tha. Mai apne kamre me bed par baithi thi. Mai apni sex life miss. She had to have all holes accessible for him, which meant a very short black leather skirt, no underwear, no tights. Her black satin blouse unbuttoned to her visible red lace bra, her large tits begging to be looked at, touched, groped. The cold and her increasing arousal meant her nipples poked through, hurting as they grazed against the lace. He had told her to wait here, but she had been waiting a while now, she thought he would be there waiting for her to arrive, or at least he would be. I was doing some laundry and the laundry room is at the bottom floor in the building where I live. It was 10 in the morning and I was just done and tryed to get all my things and open the door at the same time. Then the jordanian guy living on the same floor as I came and helped me to open up the door and offered to carry some of the stuff. I was very greatful for that and gave him 2 of the bags. He followed me to my door and followed me in and asked where to put the bags and i just told him to. Something tells me, she told her sister Dorothy about what had happened and even about the sex. It was just the way Dorothy looked at me the next time I saw her, it was as if I could almost read her mind.Life went on and things soon were back to normal. Mary did say the asshole apologized to her at work and she promised me she would stay away from him.Christmas time around our house was always a treat. Over the years, Mary would go all out for the kids. I would tell her she spent way too much.