.“Hi, mind if I join you?” He asked. I looked at him, did I mind if he joined me, God no, he was gorgeous. He was American, tall, broad shouldered... He was black. “No, go right ahead,” I said, crossing my legs.“Thanks, I’m Jourdan,” he said.“Pleased to meet you, I’m Helen.”“Another drink?”We chatted, he made me laugh, something I needed that evening. I felt his gaze on my legs. My dress had ridden up, and revealed my thigh. I left it where it was. I liked him looking. I hadn’t been chatted up. But later when she heard the noise of her husband’s snores, she became a bit braver. She knew, no one could wake her husband up once he is deep in his sleep and snoring. Carefully she stood up and checked around for any other curious onlooker. Satisfied of seeing no one she too started walking towards the corridor.Gautam was leaning at the wall near the door, unsure if Divya had the guts to follow him. But soon his confusions were blown away as Divya appeared at the corridor. Once again they. Uski shaadi chandigarh me thi aur mai uski shaadi attend krne ke liye mrng me ghar se chal pada. Jab mai moga bus stand pe phuncha to ek bhut hi hot aunty( kiran) aur uski ladki(sonia) bus pe chad gaye.Wo dono aise lag rhi thi jaise sisters ho.Us aunty ne blue jeans aur white kurta pehna hua tha aur uski gaand bhut moti aur tight thi. Uski bra kurte me se nazar aa rhi thi lekin boobs ki shape kurta loose hone ki wajah se nahi pta chal rhi thi. Usne goggles pehni hui thi aur uska colour ek dum. Yael was Israeli, a bit taller than most girls, and a byte cuter. She may even be beautiful, but it is drowned in cuteness. Very much girl next door, if you happen to life next to an incredibly cute girl. This impression was shared among any human who had spend a minimum of “sorry, do you have… ahm… wow… wait, what did I want? The time! Do you have the time?” with her. Photos did not do her justice, for it was a composition: of looks, yes, including breasts, not too big, seemingly exempt from.