.. kind of an asshole in some ways, but with a wicked sense of humor, and more self-confidence than anyone around. He made friends easily because ever...one wanted him to like them, and there were always more girls interested in him than he could count.One reason for that was that on top of everything else, he was blessed with incredibly enviable, sizzling hot good looks. Truly. He had a lean and toned physique, an extremely handsome face (some would call it beautiful), medium blonde hair and. Intrigued, she found herself drawn deeper under his spell as their conversation progressed, until she was quite smitten.Then just as he revealed he would be her personal mentor in the art of sex chat, she suffered the cruel awakening. Thirsty, exhausted and disappointed, she sought refuge in a cold Moxie.When her screen chimed, she saw hope in a white box. Her nipples hardened with excitement and fought their way through the damp, form fitting t-shirt.Could it be? Oh Burton, please let it be. He was lying like a vegetable on the hospital bed not responding to the various treatments by several specialists. She was preparing herself to hear the worst from the doctors anytime now. But, adding to her sorrow was the anxiety to the mounting hospital bills. ‘How am I going to pay the bills?’ She was already looking older than 40 years with all the miseries she had gone through in her life ever since she was impregnated and deserted by a man who had left her looking to gain divine. Rajan was slowly kneading my brests through my blouse. I slowly unhooked my blouse and let him pull it off my wet shite shoulders.Rajan kissed my shoulder blades and then my cleavage before pulling my brasiere cup up to reveal my milky right breast.He tweaked my nipple slowly in his fingers and kissed the coffee colored aerolae around it. Sighing loudly I pressed his head there.Soon my brassiere came off too.Rajan lifted my saree and petticoat together since it was not possible to take it off.