Once again, after several minutes of my talking, without any choice and lost patience she slowly started to lift her t-shirt and finally went into the...washing bucket. She was shyly looking away from me. Now she almost gave up every thing and started to cooperate with the process, she did not take too much time for her pyjama to go to the washing bucket. She was standing next to me, just wearing a black bra and purple panty and was shyly and nervously looking away from me. That was my dream. I trust that you don't just say that to be lazy"."Oh thanks you're so sweet. I'm glad we're together too. I was I'm worried I'd end up with one of those idiot jocks like last time. My partner last time couldn't even be bothered to go to the library so I had to go to his house every time, and even then, when I showed up it was impossible to get any work done. I basically had to do it all for him." What a nightmare" I said. "I won't be like one of those guys, I promise". We smiled at each. I immediately spat that away on the floor with utter disgust. She slapped me and said “Kutta hai tu mera, jaisa boungi waisa karna hoga madar, nahi toh dekh tera kya haal karti hoon”I said sorry and then again she spat on my face and ordered me to smear it on my face. “Chal neeche ja apni jagah pe”. I went down and started massaging her legs. She removed her saree and lifted the petticoat such that her panty is visible to me.She: “Chal upar aa, jaanta hai kya hai yeh”.Me: “Ji, magazine me dekha. His knuckleshad turned white from clutching helplessly on to the bed frame. Her handsslid around his slender waist, then beneath to his belly, finally findingtheir way to his breasts. The sensation of these womanly curves on hischest was still very new. He had found himself in a hospital bed, andthey were just there. An unignorable and very unfamiliar weight upon hisonce flat chest. She had been waiting for him to wake, sitting crosslegged on a chair at the foot of the bed, smiling with.