’ Charlotte left early enough to be able to catch an underground train home, and was soon through the front door, and into the flat. Off came her c...othes again. She now viewed them more or less as encumbrances to be worn between rather than at places. The flat was very quiet, and, as Charlotte discreetly verified, Harriett and Emma were sleeping together in Harriett’s bed with no guests. She went to the bathroom and while sitting on the toilet, feeling the warm rush of urine splash up from the. Once, when her father had left early, she brought one of his magazine up to her room. She had planned this from the moment she knew he'd be leaving for the afternoon. She writhed from anticipation, pushing herself against her stool behind the counter to feel the course padding through her thin skirt, sliding back and forth to hand change back to the customers, them completely ignorant of the wetness she felt gathering against the little bit of lace, one of the secret luxuries she afforded. Noreen bhi game mein ye bhool gaye thi k woh mere room mein kapre lene aye thi anyway Noreen ne pura juice pi liya aur us ko nind ane lagi, Noreen ne kaha mujhay neend aa rahi hai mein sone ja rahi hoon, esa karo is game last stage khel lo phir so jana thek hai, ab tum phir meri god mein beth jao theek hai yeh keh kar woh chair se khari hui aur mein chair par beth gia aur who setha aa kar mere lund par phir se beth gai mera lund phir kara ho gya lekin trouser k under tha Noreen game khelte. She hid them in a special cupboard that was always locked up in her room. Whenever she felt a moistness between her legs, she reached out for them.But what triggered her was a message from her college best friend, Ansiba. They were close buddies who lost touch except for the WhatsApp messages once in a while.Ansiba’s message was just another belated birthday greetings. But that’s not what got her attention and made her grin. It was the photo of their ‘Bucket-List’ that they made 13 years.