It surprised me how big andhard it was, but at the same time, its skin was so soft and silky to thetouch. Instinctively, I wrapped my petite manicure... hand around hismassive tool and slowly and gently began to stroke it. Mark was lovingthis. He leaned way back on the couch and let me use my hand to pleasurehim. I could hear him softly moaning as I rubbed him. My charm braceletgently tinkled each time my hand moved up and down.I reached over to my pocketbook which was nearby and took out a. I remembered the love I felt when I held her hand and looked into her eyes. All those things flowed through my mind, my heart and my soul as I gazed upon her face.She opened her eyes and a smile appeared on her face that can only be triggered by viewing the love of one's life. "Good morning," she whispered.I moved the few inches it took to enable my lips to touch hers. Electricity flowed throughout my body. She was the ying to my yang. And speaking of my yang, I felt her hand snake down my. .Coming to the story. The heroin of the story was my customer who later became my friend. Name changed Rosy age 28. Statics 38,30,34. A typical south Indian little chubby and a nurse by profession. I have a cosmetic shop so max only females visit my shop. She was also one of my customer.One day she asked for my number saying that i had a good collection of stuff and her other friends also wanted to visit my shop. I happily gave her my card. She took it with a smile and left. The same night. " Denise shuddered, delicately. "Nasty stuff. I understand it's better on ice, and sipped slowly."Lenore nodded, fascinated."So, the whiskey burned my throat. And I got drunk. And when he complained about never being kissed, it was just so easy to kiss my uncle, you know?" Not giving Lenore a chance to respond, she continued. "One thing led to another, as it will, and there I was, losing my virginity. It didn't last real long, and I don't think either of us broke a sweat." She looked directly.