Me bahoot thuggayi hoom, thoda let javoon. I sat near her. I noticed she was a buxom girl in her early twenties, big boobs, flat navel, nice make up,...Her blouse which was specially made for the dance with lot of shining materials was pinching her and she just unhooked her blouse and her boobs which were in the bra were projecting up. I asked her whether I may help her to unhook the bra. She just looked at me and smiled and said ok and turned to her side opposite to me. I lifted blouse bottom,. “Most of the time, I just dream about the accident. A couple of times though, she’s come to talk to me. The first time was just after the twins were born. Last night was the second time.”She nodded. I could tell that she wanted to ask, but knew that my acceptance of her presence was delicate. “Still, I’m sorry that I caused that.”“Not your fault,” I said lightly. “We needed to talk anyway. She had something important to tell me.” I put a waffle in front of her. “I didn’t know if you’d started. In a lightning movement, and with a look of utter hate, Karen knocked my arm away andPunched me square in the nose. Blinding pain shot through my brain as I staggeredbackwards. I almost slipped when my socks hit something soft on the hardwood.Rose petals? Oh God no!All of a sudden I was engulfed in a warm yellow light and I couldn't move. I could see Karen backing away in shock. I felt a liquidy heat inside my stomach expanding. My chestbegan to rise. Long dark hair was cascading down my. She has a 65" flat panel (I hate it when people refer to them as flat screen TVs, because they're not). Her apartment also has a gas fireplace - nice touch. I sat on the sofa, and she asked if I'd like a drink. I could smell mulled wine coming from the kitchen. She poured two, and she sat on the sofa w/me. We spoke, she adjusted her position, and I could see she was wearing nothing under her robe. I glanced between her thighs, and there was a glistening cunt with a lovely growth of hair. I.