But she knew that was no ones fault but her own. Since the breakup with her long time boyfriend, she just hadn't felt like getting into the dating gam..., after all, it had been years since she had dated anyone and she just wasn't sure she was up to it right at the moment. Robin was an attractive woman, at thirty-six she still wore her blonde hair long and kept her body in good shape. Her 36B breasts were firm and lovely with their dark pink nipples. She worked outdoors in her yard a lot and. I should have listened to my instincts that evening instead of falling into the “Good ol’ days” feeling that I did because we got out the blankets, put them on the floor, broke out the ice cream and watched our scary movie. I don’t know how many times I grabbed my son or Jesse because I was so frightened and I know at least one time when I grabbed onto Jesse and his hand went right onto my breast which wasn’t good because, like a fool, I had put on my long tee shirt and undies and that was it!. That restricted me every time I thought I should advance my relationship with her.Now, I should tell you that their parents lived in Delhi while the siblings stayed in Mumbai for their education. Over a certain weekend, my college was going on a trip which I deliberately refused so that I would get some lone time with Akriti. We had privately started dating by then. We wanted no one to know. Firstly, because we were both very shy. Secondly, because she was my friend’s sister and we felt scared. I walked upstairs to the waiting room, but since I was late, his door at the end of the hall was already open. His office was masculine and cozy and smelled like the potted ferns in the two corners to either side of the bay window. The floor to ceiling mahogany bookshelves along the wall to my right were filled with leather bound medical texts, manuals and workbooks, a hardback of the DSM-IV, and the yellow paperback edition of Feeling Good, almost identical to the barely read copy I gave away.