Gathering some courage, I said: “Meera, I want to tell you something.” and went near her ears.I said, “I love you” and kissed her on her lips,...keeping one hand on her boobs and one on her waist. I kissed her for 5-10 seconds. And she pushed me away and started crying like a small child.Meera: what are you doing! Are you mad? How dare to touch me there? You know what, I’m leaving, I am ending this friendship right away.Me: I am sorry Meera, I really tried to hide my feelings. And I have been. As I eyed at her large pussy and fat thighs and legs, she winked at me. Her legs looked like big tree-trunks and I thought I would be crushed under if even one leg was placed on my body. Though she looked a little fat with her clothes on, I could not imagine she would be such buxom in nude. She got up from my bed, came and sat on a chair leisurely in a curved sinking way keeping her buttock at the edge of the seat. I sat on the floor in front of her. I separated her legs and thighs and observed. You wanted to start to badly with out me, keep going. I pull up the chair and sit down at the corner of the bed by her head. Oh god no she says, I need you that is why I messaged you! I place my hand on her head and grab hold of her hair. I squeeze it slightly until she arcs her head up and gazes at me with those eyes... I am so sorry she moans. I push her head back into the bed, and tell her to keep going. I can see a tear coming out of her eye. Are you upset I ask her? This is your. Two ... three.I gave the port man a look, “You poor sap.”“What?”“Good lord, sir ... how many bodyguards have you hired to protect those?” I said, “Didn’t you have any boys?”“These are the ones at home ... there’s two married.”“All girls?”“They take after their mother ... thank God.“Agnes...” mom stepped forward, shook my hand and nodded. I don’t know if she was nodding at me or approving her husbands call.“Alice...” the about 11 year old gave me a look ... a very appraising look. A vulture.