Have fun but no parties please. I do expect you to be a little better than Dana… DadHe read the note absent-mindedly and went up to his room... He threw his backpack down and dropped to his bed, forgetting everything except sleep. That was the only thing he wanted. He passed out as the clock ticked off five twenty three.The sound of the doorbell awoke a Michael gently cursing his self and whoever was at the door. Once he opened the door he groaned and scratched his eyes, desperately. During the time when nylon stockings were hard to come by, women had become quite skillful at drawing a line down the backs of their legs to give the appearance of stockings by mimicking this seam line. However, that changed in the late 60’s when manufacturers found they could make nylon stretchy by crimping it under heat and then when Lycra was invented by DuPont in 1959, there was no longer a need for fully fashioned stockings. Later, the seams too were to disappear as manufacturers moved. Moisture was glistening on her the tops of her breasts and I was drawn to they glistened. She looked breathtaking. What I would have done tat moment if we were alone? The imagination wandered.Only broken by a call on her phone talking to a woman named Amelia. I did not understand the entire conversation, but heard, "you can go ahead and leave and see in the morning." Coworker maybe? We came a stop in front of a black gate on Granada Street. An odd spot to stop, I thought. There were some. Uske haath uski janghon ke bich uski chut ko masal raha tha.“Abdul mere yaar, muje apne lund ko chusne do mere yaar, main tere lund ki pyasi hoon, meri pyas bujha do, mere jism main ek aag lagi hai usse shant kardo, mere malik, meri chuchi ko masal dalo, chus dalo, meri chut ko thanda kar dalo meri jaan, aaj lund ke jalwe dikha do sabhi ko’ Us wakt tak Fati darwaze par khari thi, uski salwar zamin par giri padi thi aur uski unglian uski chut per reng rahi thi. Vo puri tarah kaam ki aag main jal.