It’s that asshole Paul Kinghorn” she stuttered, the unmistakable venom coming through in her tone.”That son-of-a-bitch’s been cheating on me w...th Patsy Wilcox for months, apparently! God damn it, but I’d love to cut his balls off, right now!” She reaffirmed her grip on Collin’s waist as she allowed another river of tears to escape her eyes.“Paul?” Collin squeaked. “Isn’t he the guy that you . . .?”“Yeah,” Cynthia sobbed, “he’s the bastard that broke my cherry! God, I loved him so damned much,. The first time I had lustful intentions about my indian bhabhi was when I saw her cleavage while she was cleaning the house. She was about 5ft 5 inches tall, wheatish color and was slim at the time of marriage. I didn’t care about measurements back then. All I did was look at her white bosoms whenever she was cleaning the house. I knew the exact timings, once in the morning and once I’m the evening. I would watch the cleavage, go home and masturbate thinking of her. This started as a harmless. And then just never return it. I could tell the cops he let me borrow it, and it would be my word against his. There were a lot of rich assholes in the world who had too much money for their own good. I had seen photos of Master’s house. It was a typical four-bedroom near the beach. We wouldn’t be in the lap of luxury, but it was better than the trailer. I told her that, and she scoffed.“Okay, so you are not going to tell me what’s going on?” She asked rhetorically as she shrugged in disbelief.. As I was reaching for my book bag she gently grabbed my chin and kissed me I could feel my pant begin to tighten once again. I groped her huge boobs and she felt my dig through my pants, I couldn’t take it any more I reached for the under part of her shirt and slipped the shirt up and over her head which revealed her dark red braw. As I sat up and took off my shirt I notice she had taken off her braw along with her jeans and was only sitting there in her panties. I looked straight at her huge.