With the sixth stroke, and a stinging pain again, a couple of older teenage girls came into view walking along the street towards Kristina so that the... would pass under her window soon and Kristina tried to shape her smeared face into what she hoped looked like a calm smile on the face of a girl who though crying could still smile a bit. They passed under the window, on her side of the street, just as the seventh cane stroke slashed into Kristina’s bottom and Kristina could not stop herself. “OK babe, talk to you later,” Jack said. Then we both hung up. I was feeling bad about this, I really was, but I just couldn't help it honestly. Then I got out of my car and went over to confront Lee. “What the fuck Lee?” I yelled. “Shit. Amber what are you doing here?” Lee asked. “I could ask you the same question. I ask you to stop starring at her ass. So what you come to stare at her bare ass?” I asked. “No it's not like that sis, she just... wanted... to... fuck you know I can't lie to you.. .Firm ass, no cellulite yet, thank god. "All and all not bad for 39 huh?" wasthe thought in my head as I spun slowly in the mirror. The stockings came first. They were made of real silk and felt wonderfulagainst my freshly shaved legs. Attaching the garter belt proved to be harderthan it looked as I had maybe had worn two of them in my whole life. Finallygetting it adjusted I pulled the tiny thong up across it. The string ran straightup my ass and disappeared, covering almost nothing up front.. Meri Didi Radhika use Jijaji kaha karti thi. Garmi ke din meri Didi Radhika aur meri Maa ghar ke angan me rat ko charpai pe sath me suye huve the. Rath ko karib 1 ya 2 baje Sardarji rat ko meri Didi ki charpai ke pass bath gaya. Sardarji meri Didi ko dhire dhire sahalane laga. Meri Didi Radhika chupchap padi rahi. Thodi dher ke bad Sardarji ne meri Didi ka frock uncha karake usake stan (boobs) ko dono hatho me pakad kar masalane laga aur dabane laga. Meri Didi Radhika bhi utejit hokar majja.