3 height, little plump. I apologies to readers as my description was lengthy, all this I have written is just to tell my readers that Swathi was not t...ose “chalu” type girl and its only that it happened and I don’t want anyone to point fingers.Now I come to the story directly, on the fateful day , I was in my seat , working in my laptop and suddenly I could see Swathi standing back of me, and as I looked back she acknowledged me by calling , bhai …..as she addresses me, I responded by asking ha. I could have promised her that I would solve the Theory of Everything for how much I knew about it. I’m such a fool. ‘Thank you.’ She melted against me, filling all those places that normally are empty when you lean against someone. This wasn’t the friendly hug, she rally was leaning on me now. ‘I’m tired.’ She sniffled. Lady, if I had cried half as much as you had in the past 12 hours, I wouldn’t have even made it out of bed to get coffee. It was the first time in a long time that I could. The girl looks admiringly across at the swimmer in the dim light, his beautifully-developed muscles, tanned skin glistening with little beads of sweat as he lays beside her. At this point the swimmer slowly struggles up from the bed. He fumbles the lid off a bottle on the bedside table, pours himself a small shot in a glass and drinks it down in one gulp. Then he stands bolt upright, takes a deep breath and, in a surprisingly energetic motion, dives under the bed, climbing out the other side. - Understood, but I don't clean remember.MatrimKnotai: pushes his finger into her mouth as she is talking. His left hand moves from her back and grabs her wrists. He pushes her wrists against her lower back to stop her from touching herself. "Did I not say that what you want doesn't matter? All you need to do is what you're told slut. Is that clear?" He pushes his finger around in her mouth a bit before letting her push it out.Ataya5: -Biting his finger slightly she released his finger as he.