.at least that was his thought process until hislongtime friend came out as transgendered and took the leap. DavidFletcher had eventually become Sarah...Fletcher and while nothing hadchanged in the slightest between the two, Owen's late wife had more todo with that than he'd care to admit.The detective was only in his 30's, yet his sixteen-year-old sonreminded him just how old he was getting. Riley Wilkes was Owen's oneand only child with his late wife, Cecilia. He was "definitely hisfather's. I was eager to have them touch me all over.“Beti, why dont you put on something more casual. You seem so stiff in this sari.” Girdhar suggested. “What do you suggest I should wear, Brij Papa? I feel so hot and my ass is so sore after sitting for a long time.” I asked. Girdhar had the impression that I was behaving due to the drinks I had consumed. “God, it is so hot. Why dont you wear my shirt, it is big enough to cover you without having the need of wearing anything else. What do you say that,. .. under the right circumstances.” I slipped my hand behind her head and this time instead of kissing her, we kissed each other. Then, again and again. “You’re the sort of guy who knows how to kiss,” she said and we kissed again, this time lingering and touching tongues.I led her to my sofa and held her on my lap. Running my hand along her knee I savored her cool, smooth olive skin. “It’s been a long dry spell for me,” she said. “I haven’t dated since I was in college.”“It’s been a long dry. After 3-4 minutes, I moved out from the embrace and held her face, and started smooching her. We smooched really wild for about 10 minutes and while doing so, she pulled my t-shirt up. I responded by pulling her top up.Maneet wasn’t wearing a bra. My friend’s partner had huge boobs. We hugged again. My bare chest pressed hard on her bare boobs. They were so damn soft.I again started smooching her and while doing so, I moved to her neck and sucked around her neck, and then moved to her boobs. I.