Bed par baithi intezaar karne lagi ki kya sachme papa aayenge? 5 minute ke baad darwaze par halki si khat khatahat hui.Main: Lock nahi lagi hai.Papa t...rant darwaza khole aur andar aate hue ek baar kitchen ke taraf d. Fir andar ghus kar darwaze ko band kar diye. Main darwaze ko lock kar palat kar boli: Kya hua? Kya chahiye aapko papa?Papa sharmate hue muskurane lage aur fir bole: Darwaza ayse lock mat karo pagal.Main: Kyu papa! Aapko dar lagta hai kya mujhse?Papa: Haan, bohut, chalo ab meri. To cut a long story short, I became friends online through Face book with a girl called Mallaika who was also from Mumbai (I was from Mumbai) and was studying for her MS in USA. We exchanged few introductory messages on Face book and then I added her on my MSN messenger.Well Mallaika was an average looking super rich Guajarati girl from Mumbai, while I came from a middle class background. She was slightly on the fat side, but not someone whom you would call fat. I thought that made her look. It was a warm summer night. Carol wore a loose fringed short skirt and a gauze halter top with guitars printed on it, a Stetson hat and cowgirl boots. Her nipples were on proud display. Alan Jackson was on stage singing his big hit "Good Time." The crowd started line dancing and Carol got in the line. When she kicked to the rhythm you might have got a peek of her bald mound. The next song was a Texas Two Step and I held out my hand to Carol and off we went. About half way through the song. Perhaps Elise was right. Perhaps she was a whoare, but she had a lot of sexy female friends and it was her body and she would make love to whom she liked. Tonight, she hoped it would be Katy.As Katy sucked her nipples and gently held them in her teeth, a familiar tingle occurred in her genitals. “Give me your hand, babe,” Victoria said, reaching for her friend’s right hand. Adjusting her legs, Victoria placed Katy’s hand on her nylon clad pussy. Instinctively, Katy started stroking her friend.