“You know that’s my favourite t-shirt… I was going to wear it tomorrow now you got it all wet…” he mumbles again. I sigh in frustration. �...Oh for fuck sake I’ll give you the stupid t-shirt!!” I take the t-shirt off and throw it at him standing there naked too angry to feel the least bit embarrassed. “Now will you tell me what the hell is wrong with you?” he looked at me shocked, I saw his eyes look me up and down and his cock rising up slightly. He opened his mouth to speak then shut it again. Phir sab log jaag gaye aur main kuchh der bad wapas apne ghar aa gaya.Doosre roj office se maine use apne cabin se phone lagaya:-Rakhi “hello”Main “hello rakhi, kaise ho”Rakhi “badiya jiju”Main “kya kar rahi ho”Rakhi “bus akele tv dekh rahi thi aur apke phone ka intzar kar rahi thi”Main “tumhe kaise pata tha ki main phone karoonga”Rakhi “ bus mera experience hai”Main “kafi experience hai tumhain”Rakhi haste hue “ jijaji app ka experience bhi kam nahi hai”Main “aisa tum kaise kah sakti ho”Rakhi. After the funeral, he remembered, there were all sorts of people visiting him, both male and female, some offering help, but he had been so defensive, or morose and uncommunicative that the visitors began to dwindle, until on this evening he realised he had not seen anyone at the house for two solid weeks. He had had invitations to take the children with him to friends’ for dinner, but he was too tired and sad to accept, so soon those invitations had stopped also.Alex had been the most. Master had me get a boob job. A pair of double D breasts hangs where my C ones used to be. He let me pad my bras for a month before the boob job. This allowed me to slowly increase the size. Still when I meet people I knew from two years ago, heads turn. Some of the stauncher feminist I knew give me dirty looks. I know they are just jealous. Most guys can't take their eyes away from them. Embarrassing but pleasurable.I graduated college and now have a full time job. Abbey has had a promotion at.