Mujhy tution pahrty hoy 15 din ho gay thay ak din may un kay gahr gia to mahak nay gate kohla or dring room may ja kar bath gia may nay mahak say kaha...nabell kahan hay or tum doono ajyoo bag lay kar to mahak kahny lagi kay bahi to dadi kay yahan gia hay.Aj to mahak gazab ki lag rahi thi aj us nay pink color ka choori dar pajama or wite kurta pahna hoa tha mahak ki gaand choori dar pajamy may bohat sexy lag rahi thi us ki gaand dakh kar mary lund nay hiljul start kar di thi lakin may nay us ko. When I walked past, I heard one man exclaim to his friend, "Did you seethat rack? It looked like a pair of volleyballs..."I blushed horribly at that, knowing that I'd be staring too if I was inhis shoes. However, that didn't make me more comfortable with theattention. Not in the least. I heard a few other whispered comments thoughI tried hard to ignore them. It was easier to ignore them than it mighthave been otherwise because I kept thinking about the lovely pink jacketI'd left back in the. But I insisted she join me and hinted at her prudishness being quite out of character from what she portrayed at work. She started undressing then, her back turned to me as she pulled her shirt off over her head. "No fair, Tina!" I said as I rolled onto my back. Tina turned around then, looking sheepish and covering her tits with her shirt. I sat up and reached out and grabbed her shirt out of her hands to expose her chest to my full view. The bra she was wearing was a black lacy thing,. I had registered with every known gay website, was chatting round the clock with guys across the country and soon started hooking up with the ones from my city, most of whom I never saw afterwards. Joy, of course, had no idea about what his smiling, big-hearted, ever understanding, homo-friendly straight buddy was up to.Two more years passed by and college came to an end. I had landed a job on campus and was preparing to move out of Kolkata while Joy was about to move abroad for higher studies..