So, this time I moved to second bench and was eaves dropping. I know that it is not right to do so, but I had no other choice. I over heard and found ...hat they were talking about the hip, butt and boobs of Jisma James. I felt bad about that and so I wanted to tell her.But I had this inner feeling what would happen if I told her and she becomes furious on me.Days passed by, she herself figured out that the guys were stalking at her. he started covering her hip with saree by putting a safety pin. . Usne kaha muje roomal wapis do. Mene mana kar diya.. Fir se mene uske boob daba ne laga wo or jor se ahe bhar ne lagi.Mene uski bra nikal di.. Wo movie dekh rahi thi. Mene uska boob chusna chalu kia. Wo or aahe bhar ne lagi or uski penty pe mene hath rakha wo mana kar ne lagi… Lekin men uski choot ko sehlana chalu kia to wo mana nahi kar payi usse maza aane alaga tha to me apne kapde utarne laga or underare me aagaya.. Mene uska haaath apne lund pe rakhva diya or wo chowk gayi ki itna bada or. The first thing I noticed as we walked in was Lori’s bag set on the floor near the bed. It looked like she had packed for a weekend. I grabbed her around her waist before she made it to the bed, turned her towards me and kissed her. “You know I have to be at work tomorrow morning right?” I said with a slightly serious tone. The child like smile ran away from her face as she whimpered. “You’re not spending the night with me?” “I didn’t think you were going to want me to stay the night” I fumbled. Suddenly the lights came on inside.‘How did that happen? Are you a witch or something?’ I enquired in a slightlystartled voice.‘Actually, it’s a laser that turns the lights on as I approach the front door and yes Iam.’ She replied in her usual calm and collected soft Irish voice.‘Oh!’ I uttered. That’s all I could think of on the spur of the moment. She suddenlybrought me back to ground level with, yet another unsolicited phrase.‘How do you like your spaghetti, with bolognaise sauce or.