Maine bhi unhe kas ke pakad liya. Uske Bad Main thodi der me sarak kar neeche ho gaya aur apne sar Unke boobs pe rakh diya. Meri saanse tez ho gayi. Y... dekhkar unhone anpe haatho se Mere Land ko Upar SeMasalna Suru Kar Diyadono boobs ka masalna shuru kar diya, main bas siskariya lene laga. Wo dheere dheere mere Land ko upar se hi Dabane lagi, main to pagal hua ja raha tha. Maine unhe apne se alag kiya to unhone mujhe apni bahon me bahr liya aur apne honth mere hontho se laga diya. Hum ek dusre. I came back. Then after 4 days again I went with my mother to checkup. The same thing happened. I saw her but couldn’t see her figure much.But we exchanged smiles and thanks with each other. I was not understanding that was just formal or she liked to talk to me. This happened for 4 times during each checkup. She enquired about me, my job and all. I took her number for some emergency situation.But I never called her because I am not that type although I wished to talk to her. Then one day, when. You feel them, every millimetre, simultaneously as soft as a feather and as firm as a builder's grip.They wind around your thighs, slowly caressing your ever more sensative skin. You realise, when there is only an inch left of your inside thigh, that these forces have opened your legs enough that there is a distinct gap between them, enough for your favourite toys to slide in (if you were not fully dressed.)The forces slide onwards up your legs, until one slides around your leg and carresses. He slid my blouse down my arms; next he turned me around and unzipped my skirt. I was standing there with my back against his chest with only my Looney Tunes panties on; it was testament to the moment. An older, stronger, more mature man, with a young inexperienced woman who didn't have a clue as she stood wearing cartoon covered panties.Coach hands came in front of me and massaged my breasts; I could feel the rising of the once small bulge in his pants. The many tiny hairs on my arms were.