Kunjbehari’s palm was sandwiched between his chachi’s boobs and her hands. She was making his palms press her boobs. He realized, chachi was think...ng it was chacha’s hand. He did not waste any time and started pressing the boobs. It was first time in his life, since puberty, that he knew how a boob felt. “Yeh kis cheez se bana hai, bhagwan? Itna naram! Iske andar kya hai?” even Kunjbehari’s thought were not under his control as he continued to feel the soft boob in his hand. Madhu chachi was. Discussing romantic novels talking about cool and arousing climates was my regular move towards her. She reacted so enthusiastically that she had deep romantic sense but she maintained composure and never crossed her limit. One day I combed her hair and tied it and she didn’t oppose. I have no idea how to draw Mehendi on palms but practiced and tried on her palm. That whole time during which I held her hand gently was euphoric. She enjoyed it too. When she had a back pain she never used any. E teacher was coming with us... every lad in my year wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her, and she knew it! she would flirt with everyone. the trip started well a good first day skiing but then i broke my leg and arm i was fucked! haha anyway the hospital got me patched up and i was on the road to recorvery, but me stuck in the hotel for the rest of the week ment that a teacher had to stay with me. i think you know where this is going ; )....well the first day stuck in was spent with. ((Shut up)) (I didn't say anything at all) He was also extraordinarily beautiful. (Thank you) ((Be quiet)) His gaze moved down from his face to his two very large breasts, he estimated them to be about DD (How the hell would I know what cup size they are? Sure I've dated some but I never paid that much attention to the bloody cup size, their boobs were big or not big, not A, B, C, and D, sheesh) ((Uh, you work in a lingerie store, you know these things)) (What? Well, I suppose that's a good.