Did she betray her girlfriend? Or was it Angique, or even herself? Pushing her perverse thoughts back into the graveyard of her mind didn't make them ...eel less troublesome. Reciting sermons of righteousness to herself didn't make her feel any better. She hated what she did during that week, but it never stopped dampening her panties. She also hated what Angique had made her do, but she was too honest to only blame the woman. She could sum up enough good reasons why she would be better off. The haircut and blonde dye was standard. The Brazilian was an interesting experience. Newly coiffed, she had walked through to the pleasant, airy room where these proceedings took place. She got naked below the navel, as required, and waited in the comfortable reclining chair for the stylist. There was a knock at the door and a man’s voice said, “Can I come in now?” She was about to say “No” quite loudly when the door opened and the man walked in. “I’m your stylist,” he said. Em said, “Oh,” in. I had expected the same scepticism that I had got from Fran that day in the office, but instead she seemed to accept the whole thing. Then I realised she was humouring me."Well, James," she said when I had finished (and I noted that she was calling me uninvited by my first name and in a distinctly patronising manner), "I certainly must congratulate you. That's one of the best elaborated delusions I've heard for a long time." So that's all it is, is it?" Please," she said; "I've written papers. Aur meri mehnat rang laai aur mujhe bhabhi ki cleavage k darshan hue. Ab mujhe mauka chahiye tha. Aur wo mujhe mila jab unki sari family shadi me gai par unhone bimari ka bahana bana k jane se mana kar dia jab mai sham ko pohcha to mausi ne kaha k Rajat aaj tu niche babhi k paas so jana bcoz unki family shadi me gai hui hai. Mai samaj gaya ki aaj meri suhagraat hai. Maine khana khaya aur raat ko 10 baje niche pohch kr unka gate knock kia bhabhi ne gate khola to mai unhe dekh kar shock ho gaya.