I agreed to the condition and the game began.Round 1: I won.I gave a devil smile looking at my hot ex-girlfriend’s breasts.Rithwik: Remove the pallu...of the saree.She gave an angry stare looking into my eyes but as part of the game, she rose from the chair and started to remove the pallu. Oh, my God, I couldn’t believe the scene in front of me. Sruthi’s navel and 50% of her cleavage were clearly visible. The boobs were struggling to fit into the blouse.Rithwik: Give me the saree. And play. So mag in hand I set off up the stairs pulling my fly down as i went so as to get a good head start. I turned the corner into the toilet and collided right into one of my work colleagues. ‘Shit’ said and my hands flew up instinctively.The magazine fell to the floor and landed wide open. My mate jumped back in shock at the collision,then he glanced down at the mag,then up at my open fly with my John Thomas on full show again. That is one of those moments in life no guy ever wants to be faced. Mom didn’t much care, but if it involved men playing with balls my dad would watch it. Well, like, sports balls anyway, not the kind of balls I liked. His enthusiasm for sports could be pretty entertaining and super cute, but now it was just an enormous problem.See, my dad is strict. Really, really fucking strict. Even now, at 18, I wasn’t allowed out late, I wasn’t allowed to be friends with guys, almost everything I wore had to be modest - although that wasn’t a big issue for me because I’d. The woman laid down on the bed in the middle of the room and then the doorbell rang. She got up to answer the door and it was her lifelong friend standing there with her bags in hand. The petite woman ushered her friend in and they sat down on the couch, and her friend began to cry. She comforted her friend and then after a little talk she was feeling better. Then the woman said to her friend, I know something that will make you forget everything. The woman leaned in and gingerly kissed her.