Yeh bat purani hai is liye muje yeh sab yaad nahi ki kya colour tha .jab mai unke haal mai gaya toh aunty ne mujse chai di or bet kar bate karne lagi....Toh mai ne aunty se unke baccho ki puccha toh boli mama k yaha gaye hai.or thode der bat chali fir mai aa gaya.Ab aunty muje roj chai k time bula lete thi or ab ham dono kafi frankly bat karte the.tabhi ek din aunty ne mujse puccha kit ere koi gf hai toh mai Sharma gaya toh aunty ne mera hat pakda or boli bata naaaaaaaa toh mai bola nahi hai.toh. A napkin passed to her after a long lunch at the local Greek restaurant. She was with her then boyfriend and he was a late arrival. He sat opposite her and ate quietly. He didn’t speak much, but it was clear he was taking in everything around him. ‘Call me tomorrow at 6am’ It said. A phone number was printed in neat handwriting next to the benign command. He didn’t ask for her number. He didn’t try to impress her. Just a note in passing at the end of lunch. She tried to remember if he had done. .. bedroom.Oh god! Laura thought. It was all so obvious. Chanitra bent over to pick it up, and Laura's eyes lingered long, lovingly, even lustfully on the girl's perfect long legs and incredible bottom. Chanitra couldn't help noticing the way Laura was looking at her as she turned and gave Laura the bag."You fucking my sister, aren't you," she said in a quiet, matter-of-fact voice.Laura blushed hotly, and turned her face away. She didn't know how to respond to such boldness."I..." she. She welcomed me with a glass of red wine and I followed her over to the couch and we sat down on opposite sides. Meagan and I talked a little but I found myself distracted by her legs. I then said something I wasn't quite sure how it would be received... "You have really nice legs!" Meagan blushed, "really?!? You think so?" Her eyes got big and my heart was racing. "Want to feel them?" Meagan put them over my lap. My pants felt tight as she plopped them over me. I touched them gently. They were.