All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and anyresemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.This story may...contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. Theparameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at thediscretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for anyrules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be brokenwithin the story.-------------------------Now onto the fun. 5″ height aur 34 boobs patli kamar dakhnay main wo pari thi. Bank main har koi us kay leay tarpta tha wo meri under thi yah JAN 07 ki bat hai meray cell par call aai main attend ki to mughay Rashida ki awaz sunai de wo kahnay lagi sir mughay half leave ki zaroot hai eik urgent kam hai main nay kaha ok u can go. Kuch dear baed phir us ka phone aaya sir mera auto wala nahi aaya main kia karoon ap meri help karo meray mind main furun idea aaya main nay kaha agar tum mind na karo tu main tum ko. . We were still partners back then, and we spent more time with each other than with our wives. I wanted—”Frej paused, his voice hoarse. Even the coffee wasn’t helping anymore.“I could not tell him that I had to change my answer,” he continued. “I told him I would do it, but only if he never told anyone it was me. Not to Mairead, and especially not to Elise.”I let a shudder rip through me, crushed by this admission. “I’m so sorry, Frej,” I whispered. “That sounds like the hardest position to. " Wendy ran her hand over my cheek. "Hum, still smooth and as soft as a baby's bottom," she purred."Or your face." I said, "Sure you won't reconsider?" Give it some time, honey. In a few more days, you'll be use to not having to shave. By the end of the month, I'll bet you'll have almost forgotten how, and won't want your whiskers back." Or my body hair?" I asked sarcastically."Or that either," she smiled. "Come on, let's have no more talk about hair that isn't there any more and eat.