When we became good friends, I started giving her small gifts like chocolates, ice cream, pens, diary for writing her daily memories etc. She liked it... Once in a while, we also started going to movies, lunch, etc.One day I told her, “Divya, I won’t be coming for tuition tomorrow.” She asked, “Why?” I said, “It’s my birthday tomorrow. I want to enjoy with my friends.” She said, “What? You mean I am not your friend.”I said, “Definitely you are my friend.” She said, “Then why are you avoiding me. Next 1 week I dint see her, again on tuesday she came home and speaking with mom and I was sleeping in my room, I wokeup and went to hall and said hi to her and started normal chat but she was wearing saree with low nect blouse with full makeup and she said me she was going to some marriage mean time mom gave coffee for both of us and she went out for shop, I was watching tv and she was exposing her boobs even I was looking at her boobs.Suddenly she called my name and asked what are you looking. He did not go up to her room, and he did not even seek out a doctor for an update. His mind was in too much of a turmoil to handle any more input about his daughter just then.Back at his condo, he looked around as he walked in, and it seemed even more strange than it usually did. He had moved here after selling the long-time family home, but in a year and a half, it had become no more sheltering or welcoming than a hotel room.Despite his long-term aversion to an alcoholic buzz, and despite the. We both got into the tub, hugged each other, she was playing with my chest hair. I pulled her face towards me and kissed her with a lot of love and passion, she reciprocated by holding my face and kissing me back. I kissed her neck and licked her neck and gave a small love bite on her shoulders. Then I carried her to the bedroom, we went and lied on the bed all wet, her juices were filling the room with an aroma which was very erotic.I told her that she has very beautiful and shapely breasts.