As I went over to the fridge for a beer, Shilla walked into the room stark naked. I don’t know who got the biggest shock, but Shilla just burst in...o a fit of her uncontrollable laughter. She didn’t attempt to cover herself up, just sat down and started chatting. I explained why he was here and that he had returned her mobile phone. Shilla got up, went over to where he was sitting and planted a big kiss on his forehead, “thanks,” she said, her large tits bouncing in his face. I could. And after watching movie we came out of room and her brother moved out for his another friend’s home and now her sister and I was alone in the home. She was watching some movie. I said her that amira I am going home and. Your brother also have been to his friends house so close the door as I am leaving. She was chatting with someone I asked her is she talking with her boyfriend . She said no I dont have any boyfriend. Boy’s are assholes I hate them I said why. Do you hate me too. She replied. “Don’t hide yourself. I order you to show me.”I look down to see both forearms shielding my chest from view. It is more difficult for some reason, this sudden shift from cover to exposition. Can you sense my nervousness? Does it peep through to your searching gaze like my flusters? I am on the precipice of giving in. What will it take?Strong, calloused hands take my forearms and yank them away. I yelp in surprise; it certainly wasn’t my expectation to be forced into action. But then again…you. The material stretched to hold in her tummy and ass, and her breasts seemed constrained by the bikini top. Of course it is tough to see all of that from next door. My teenage perspective of her wasn't the norm. The fat girls at school were not suppose to be desired, so why did this 40 year old woman have my attention. My interaction with her was minimal. If we crossed paths while outside it was polite conversation, small talk. How could she know that same polite young man would look out.