Eventuallyhis hands touched upon the familiar spandex feel of gym leggings, and hesaw he was now the proud owner of dozens of gym bunny type outfits. ...eheld up a pair of black leggings and rolled them up his thin, femininelegs and beyond his shapely ass. Alan made sure to push the gym leggingsall the way up, so the waistline was almost up to his belly button.Checking himself out in the mirror he cursed as he saw just how invitinghis ass now looked as the black fabric clung to his curves like a. Or his confidence had suffered because of what had happened.I tried again. He pushedme away again.I looked at him.He leaned closer,whispered in my ear:"Kirsty, don't,okay.."And one of his matessaid:"Darrens pulled.."He looked back at his mateand laughed. Then he glanced at me and I saw apprehension in his eyes. Iunderstood, he wanted to say something but quietly.As the conversationdrifted on to other things I saw a window of opportunity and tried again. Thistime I closed my hand over his under. “Put the jasmin on my skin!” he ordered. Kakoli poured a little oil in her hands, and rubbed her hands together to make it warm. She smeared it out over Anghal’s hairy chest, and worked it into his skin. Anghal grinned with pleasure, and put his hands under his head. He enjoyed seeing Shimani’s little sister being this humble. She probably hoped that je’d marry her if she was good to him, and save her from the disgrace of being unwed and not a virgin anymore. She’d be disappointed! he thought.. She spent more than enough for pedicure, manicure, facial, and everything that would make her look better. She had never let anyone touch her hair. But this time, she decided to smoothen her hairs too.“What if he is not from my religion?” Mumtaz was hesitant about that, though. But she decided to meet him anyways. Back home, Mumtaz grabbed another package placed at her doorstep by the admirer. She was excited to know what it contained. She ran inside her room and opened it. It had a note on the.