Mene dekha bhut kaffi sundar lag rahi thi. Woh sirf selfie pic thi jis mein sirf face tha uska. Lekin face kaffi sudar tha. Pic dekh kar mene use msg ...iya “is this your picture?” Yeh aapki pic hai toh usne reply diya yes..haan meri hai. Toh mene uske bare mein pusha toh usne batayaa ke woh Ludhiana se hai aur uska naam komal hai.fir usne bataya ke usne galti se mujhe msg kar diya tha us din. Maybe usne galt no save kar liya tha. Toh mene kaha its ok essa ho jata hai. Toh usne kaha ke meri pic. " There was a strange note in his voice that I'd never heard before. I continued to undress, dropping my bra to the floor, and answered carefully, "Probably. After all, don't stranglers use them?" He stretched one nylon leg over his hand and stood behind me. He didn't say anything, just nibbled on my neck and ran the silky yet rough nylon across my nipples. They shriveled into erect knobs almost instantly. I reached my arms back, knotted my fingers in his hair. "Why do you ask?" "Ask what," he. "OUCH! He latched on to my full breast and I saw his lips and cheekssucking away. Again, I felt like I was in heaven. I could feel my milkflowing freely thru my breast to his hungry tummy. I shot straight tothe stars!"Alex, you are so easy to teach. Are you sure you haven't done thisbefore? See, isn't nursing with the right bra much easier? You don'thave to give up feeling and looking pretty just to feed your baby." I had to agree with her. It was so much easier to feed him with. Sharon picked out six pair for him to wear, telling him he now hadenough for a week. Then it was to the bras where the size routine wasrepeated. He told her he took a 38C loud enough for four teen-age girlsto hear, who laughed and pointed at him. By now his cheeks were justabout permanetly red. By the time they left he was shaking, fearing whatwas to come . Then she had him go with her to a women's clothing store. There shetold the saleslady they needed some dresses for her sissy husband..