So I went outside and mowed the lawn and was getting started on the garage when my aunt calls me and asks me would I like a cold drink which I kindly ...ccepted. So I went inside but before I had the drink I really needed to go to the toilet (number 1) so I went to the toilet and you smell the fruity shampoos which my aunt used. I looked on the floor to see her panties so I did the normal thing which any teenager would do I picked them up and I was amazed how wet they were you would have thought. All ladies/girls do connect with me if you like my story and want more :)I am born and brought up in Agra in a very conservative setup. My family consist of 4 member’s father Anil (55 yrs), mom geeta (45 yrs) and my sis piya (21 yrs). The story started in my school days when I was 18 .Last month we had our school farewell party. Been the sorts captain at school; I had a very memorable time. But together with studies and sports what made is so special was Nagma. She was my first girlfriend. We. ”“Okay. Frances, love? Will you talk to the nice policeman about the rail crash?”Frances looked up from rocking Jimmy to sleep, sighed her annoyance, and got up, still rocking her baby. She walked to where Reg and the policeman were sitting.“Yes, Reg? Who exactly is this gentleman?”The policeman interrupted before Reg could speak.“Sorry, ma’am. I neglected to introduce myself earlier: Sergeant Robert McPherson, British Transport Police. I gather you are Frances? Surname?”“Robertson, of course;. )More rapid than eagles her carousers they came,And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;"Write Eric! Write Raven! Write Caleb And Tigger! Go Cleo! Go Vickie! Go Brandy DeWinter!Make it up on the spot! Make sure you finish it all!Now type away! Type away! Type away all!"The pages flew on their laptops, their fingers did fly.When met with writer's block, they looked to the sky.So real were their words, so honest and true.That a sleigh did appear and a real woman too!All prancing.