His shape? Would shereally sign up to go to the gym? That gym? The very thought of itworried him tremendously. If she did... and even if she didn'... go atlunch time with him... then undoubtedly, she would still hear about whathe had done there on Monday within a very short time. Everybody therewas still talking about him. As Cassie had said he was "all the buzz."He stopped his thinking short. And what if she went there today... at thesame time he went? A sick feeling ran though him. The. He was the owner of a broad muscular hairless chest, big broad biceps, and triceps. I could count 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 six big abs. He had a completely waxed chest with no sign of any hair. then he turned his back towards me oblivious of me noticing him and continuing his wiping.I was mesmerized to see a rock hard muscled back. He noticed me checking him out. “Checking me out?” he winked and asked. “Checking you in,” I winked back and replied. He then suggested me to remove my top to get rid of the. She was impressed with me and I could feel that she was starting to become more friendly with me. While in the cab (Delhi traffic is horrible) we chatted a lot.We discussed our personal life and she told me her husband is a businessman and often on travel out of India. She stays alone with her son in the hi-tech city. She seemed to be a very lonely person. She started opening up a lot about her college life.How she had so many friends and how her life changed after marriage. I was listening to. Ayesha was just staring at me while I was squeezing, sucking, kissing her big boobs over her top. Her boobs were huge. They weren’t even fitting in my hands. It was feeling so good to squeeze that awesome pair of boobs. As I was squeezing her boobs, I even kissed her neck passionately. I played with her boobs for more than 10 minutes.Then Ayesha asked me to stop and said, “That’s enough”. Ayesha was quiet after that. She went and sat on the corner of the couch. I was just staring at her with a.