Divya Lesbian Series
Hello friends, how are you all.My name is Divya. My chest size is 36 inches.That’s why everyone’s eyes are always on my chest.That also gives me some happiness.
It’s only been a week since I joined the ladies hostel. And that’s the first weekend. Will the hostel be empty like this during the weekend? Everyone has left and gone to town. If I had gone to town like them, I would have gone to town too. Just when I was thinking, the intercom on the floor rang. Now I have to pick it up too. As soon as I ran and picked up the phone, the warden immediately called me downstairs and sent me.
Hey Vanthana, are you the only one this week? What are you doing, everyone is in the neighborhood. Can you tell me that you’re not going? Okay, let’s have dinner. The parcel has arrived. It’s just you and me. So I ordered from the hotel. Don’t worry, no matter who comes or goes, I’ll be there too. You, at least, will leave for Long Liwa. I don’t have a place to go. This is what work and life are all about, she said.
After eating, we were talking on the terrace. When I came down to bed, I said, “I want to sleep alone tonight.” Just when I was thinking about whether to call the warden to help me sleep without talking, she said, “Yes, come and sleep in my room too.” I hesitated a little when she said that you shouldn’t sleep alone upstairs, so I agreed and took the bedsheet and pillow from my room and went to sleep with her.
Although I was hesitant to sleep alone, the warden had to sleep alone downstairs every day. The dining mess downstairs was her only home. Even though her home was a double bedroom. She made a room a dining room for our hostel girls.
As soon as I went into her room, I asked her how come you, madam, sleep alone every night. Then she said,
First of all, where do you find time to lie down and sleep? At night, I supervise the people for cooking, check the stock of vegetables and groceries, and then go to bed at midnight. Then I will wake up in the morning and prepare dinner for you. She said, “I will take some rest from 4 pm to 6 pm, and from 1 to 4 am, that’s it.”
Then I can’t say that I will sleep alone. Someone will come and give me company. She said, “Are you here today?” Even though I was a little busy, I spread the bedsheet and laid down to sleep.
Hey Vandan, why don’t you sleep downstairs? I came downstairs with the people sleeping on the bed upstairs. You can sleep on the bed too. I am also your caste. I won’t bite and eat. Just lie down next to you, she said. I thought for a while and sat on her bed and started flipping through the books next to me. Then Madam took out some pen drive and plugged it into the LED TV there and left the TV on and came near me.
Then she untied her saree in front of me and changed into her nightie. Then as Madam said, even though I am also her caste, I felt a little excited when I saw the hostel warden, who had looked at me in awe until then, as a half-naked woman. The warden was very sexy in her skirt and jacket. Even when I changed my mother’s dress at home, I would secretly stare at her like that since I was a child.
How come my mother’s breasts are so big. Will this happen to us at her age too? Otherwise, would it be like this if I squeezed the apple? Then I would think that my father squeezed my mother’s breasts and they became so big.
But now I have a bigger doubt. If my mother has big breasts, how come this warden here has bigger breasts than that? When I asked the warden about her life story, he said that she was not married. She did not have children. Then how can she have such big breasts? As I was staring at her, Madam noticed me and changed into a sexy nighty called Chic, and adorned herself in the mirror and smiled at me.
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Then it was clear that she was not wearing any bra or panty outside the nighty. Then I came to know that she was not wearing any bra or panty in her saree. Later, if she had come near me and seen me, I would have seen such a sight that I would have been as beautiful as her. She said, “Dear, I am not beautiful.” I laughed and asked, “Are you really beautiful, madam? Is your lesbian friend in love with you that much?” Without thinking, I asked.
Yes, T. That’s how I started the story. We got hungry and went downstairs. In this same bedroom, we both started our lesbian relationship. At that time, her father was running a similar mess. There was a hostel upstairs. My friend Hemavathy lived in this house with her family. My father and mother were very busy looking after the mess.
I was staying in a college hostel. I had no relatives. That’s why Hema became my life friend and consoled me and encouraged me. Once, when I couldn’t pay the hostel fee, she was the one
She used to stay in my room with me even though she was a hostel owner. I would also come down and stay in the same room with her. That’s when our lesbian touch-ups started. The main reason for that was her father. Her father was a transgender. Knowing that, her mother married him. Then, don’t ask how she had a child.
Initially, both her father and mother were struggling a lot. Then, since her father was a transgender, they couldn’t give her a job. She had no other choice, so she switched to whatever profession was in demand. Only then did she start earning. When customers came to her father’s house, some of them even started lusting after her mother to help her lead a life. They also changed their ways.
That’s when my friend was born. But the mess started when she was born and grew to a large extent. But even then, fate did not leave. Only after I came, both her father and mother fell ill and could not run the business. Since it was a serious illness, they were admitted to a separate hospital.
After that, when the stage came to close the mess and hostel, someone came to help. When he also came here, he saw my friend and fell in love with her and told her father and mother that he wanted to marry his friend Hema. By then, everything changed, and in the end, Hema married him to save the mess.
But the condition she set was that my friend (i.e. me) would run the mess from now on. It was enough for me to help first. There was already no shortage of customers. She said that it was enough to maintain the business. He also accepted, married Hema and settled in a neighboring town.
Only then did I start managing this mess and hostel. Now that my friend has become a family woman and has children, she will come here whenever she appears during the day and we will spend time together as lesbian friends again.” She said.
You are my next lesbian friend. I pulled up my nightie and squeezed her breasts. I also eagerly asked the lady about the story of breast enlargement. Immediately, she said, “If she puts her hand on the apple, it will squeeze.” “If anyone puts their hand on it with desire, it will squeeze. Now, what will you do with your breasts?” “That’s what you want to do with your breasts.”
From today, I will knead your breasts like kneading flour. See how your breasts will enlarge in the next 3 months. Just kneading flour is not enough for that. She bent down and licked my pussy and started squeezing pomegranate juice.
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