About me, I’m a 38 years married man, and I work in Bangalore. Basically, from south Tamil Nadu. Interested ladies or couples can ping me in hangout... at I am back again with a lady chat friend who wanted to post her story without revealing her real identity. Please don’t mail me asking for her details or mail id. I won’t be able to share. Let’s get into the story as told by her. I’m Payal, 36 working as a receptionist. As you can imagine, I maintain my body very well to look good, which is. " You can play with your friends another day. We're having the talk today." she said and his face turned. For a moment it looked very serious. Then an almost evil smile broke his face. He called out to his friends that he had to go and obeyed mom, getting into the other backseat of the truck on the other side of the cooler. I expected him to glare at me, or sigh as he got in. He did neither. Instead he smiled at me and we started on the road. I had hoped the 'talk' would be soon but. I deleted all the pictures of Marion from the stick and then copied a variety of pictures of Jean onto the stick, like those of Marion they included bare tits, nude shots in a variety of places and a video of Jean licking my limp cock. I then deleted these folders in Windows and then deleted a file from the family history folder.The next time Marion called us I mentioned that the family history program on the memory stick had worked and that I had accidently deleted a file and would return the. Vicki was coming over with Dave to keep me company, so I was working on a pitcher of margaritas. We often went out for a girls’ night on these Saturdays, but there wasn’t one damn movie we wanted to see, so had decided to find something on Netflix instead.They arrived first, and Dave gave me a peck on the cheek. As Peter’s best friend, he’d become almost a brother to me, and Vicki a sister-in-law. We’d found enough in common to get along well, even though we were opposites in some ways. She was.