Then it hit me. My sister had her 'special' salad dressing. It was some kind of cheesy ranch. She had a fit if anyone else tried to use it. I look...d in the door shelves and found the bottle. It was pretty full. I guess she had just gotten it recently. I opened the top. The dressing was white and creamy and only the about 1 inch down from the top. Then I got an idea. My mind was a buzz. Could I really do it? Would I really go through with it?I took the bottle with me back to my room. I. Us din usne light green colour ki sari pahan rakhi thi our uske matching blowse bhi pahni thi usne upna blowse ke botton nikale to do bare bare boobs peach colour bra main ekdam acche lag rahe the main ne uske bra ka hook khol diya our bajay dabane ke main uske boob ko muh main leke ek bacche ki tarah chusne laga. woow waht a feeling. It was great. main ek ke baad ke boob ko muh main le ke doodh pi raha tha our uski nipple ko apne dono danto ke bich me daba kar maze kar raha tha. who dhree. ‘His name is David?’ I raised my brows. ‘Tall, Asian, lactose intolerant?’ she began massaging my shoulders. I suddenly remembered the soy-milk in his coffee order, and frowned. ‘He just moved in a week ago. Don’t tell me you’ve already fucked him?’ ‘We’re friends,’ she slid her hands down my shoulders and then moved to my breasts. I wore a loose button-down with no bra underneath, and every squeezing, pinching move she made had my nipples stiffening. It had been a while since Blaine and I had. ”***It was only later when the blood had returned to my brain from my groin that I remembered what she had said about Sam having a girlfriend. We lived on the first floor of a block of flats and Sam had the ground-floor flat beneath us. We had been here for a couple of years since we got married, and Sam must have moved in about a year after that. He seemed a nice enough guy: slender, softly spoken, polite, and a little shy. At our summer BBQ in the shared garden area we chatted about this and.