..Hlw everyone this is the part 4 where the 3 part end with me and richa di in my room in afternoon ..and when I woke up I saw richa di was talking in...phone with her hubby and after few minutes she came and said that her mom dad and her sister coming tomorrow in their apartment the had gone somewhere else before richa di came from her inlaw house and she was staying with us for that time. She-tui ki bolchili dupura amader nia Me-hmm.about periods She-hmm..na toka secret meyera nijer body. .. up to Xavier, of course, but yes, that’s my understanding of it,” I agreed calmly, feeling a little better in spite of the weakness from blood loss... A good blood transfusion worked wonders there. Luckily for me, Stacy and I shared blood types (and no, I won’t tell you which one). A nice, hearty bowl of clam chowder helped as well. The New England kind. The Manhattan variety is okay, but it’s really a stew instead of a proper chowder in my book. A real chowder should always be cream-based. He was stunned, staring wide-eyed at my jiggling boobies for the very first time. It made me feel good to be admired in such a way, but I didnt have the patience to let him stare very long. I grabbed his shirt and started to lift it off. He finally got the message and helped. Soon, I was staring at his bony, undeveloped chest and tiny nipples. I looked pointedly down at his tented pants until a blush spread from his face to his chest. He didnt hesitate long, though, and soon I was staring at. It was fun and titillating, and I think we both knew we might be into something decent. We finally got seated, he held my chair out for me, and he smelled heavenly!More bonus points.We ordered drinks, and the conversation soon turned to my clothes. Apparently Matt had a small stocking fetish (it’s amazing how many men do) and my legs were driving him crazy. I figured that was the perfect hint, so I kicked my heel off under the table and started rubbing his inner calf with my stocking-clad toes..