Most places were closing up soon after, and Phil offered to walk Sandra home - I said why not come back to our flat- after all it was official hotel a...commodation. She came back with us, raising more than hopes of a good night kiss. Once in the door Sandra wasted no time in stripping down to her bra and smooth silk pants, slipping under the covers in Phils bed. My own hopes and expectations had a temporary dip as I saw Phils growing hard on in his white briefs before he leapt into bed. Sandra. When she first arrived, she located in the United States of America just prior to the outbreak of the Second World War. She joined the navy, becoming a WAVE, and working as a secretary to Major Steve Trevor, at the Office of Strategic Services, the forerunner of the C.I.A. In this position, she found herself privy to intelligence on Axis operations in the United States, and many time battled agents of Nazi Germany and Imperial Japan, as well as Fascist Italy, as they worked to defeat the. Chat karte karte mera kuch chat friends ban gaya tha.usme se ek thi housewife. Uski sat chat karne ke samay bahut sare bate hoti thi,dhire dhire humdono ki dosti badne lagi. Hum dono ek dusro ka ph no. Mil gaya. Ab chat kam phone pe bate jayda hone lagi.Tab ek din maine kaha ke chalo hum dono ek din milte hay. Mitali pahele raji nahi horahi thi,do hapto ke bad usko manaya maine. One Friday we met at New Market.pahle se thik tha ke hum dono New Market me 1.30pm jayenge .Mai to waha sahi wakt par. I wore it without a bra. The top of the dress was unlined, but the floral print was good at concealing my nipples, at least from a few feet away. The dress was backless, though, so from the back you could tell. I put on a pair of flat clear jelly sandals, grabbed my purse, and went on my way. At the supermarket, I enjoyed the attention my dress caused. Women surely thought it was too risqué. Men gave a second look. In the dairy section, the cold from the refrigerators made my nipples stand.