Mai ek masters degree student hu… Waise mai iss ka regular reader hu… Waise meri last stories se kafi mails mili… thank you friends apke suppor... k lie Specially to all bhabhis and girls… Love u muuaahhh Please apna response mujhe mail kare – and hangouts pe bhi hu…same id hai mera. Waise agar ap cahe toh meri last stories bhi padh sakte hai and sorry ki maine itna late se story post kia, thora busy hogaya tha. Aab jyada bore nahi karte hue sidha story pe aata hu.. Jaise ki ap sab jante hai. The first time I met my wife, I had just started high school and she was just a kid. I barely noticed her. Later, she started hanging out with my younger brother and his friends, so she was always around. I didn't care. One day, long after I had left for college, my brother asked me to stop by the high school to help him set up some stuff for the theater. I'm pretty sure we did whatever it was that he wanted. She was on stage, applying makeup to one of the actresses. There were a dozen shades. In the painting the young woman is standing showing off her red earrings. She looks like a classical Greek goddess with her hair pulled up with a silver hair band. You can see the earring on her right ear – two small red globes – and with a tilted head she is looking at you putting on the ones on the other ear. The dress that she is wearing is white silk fastened at the shoulder on either side with a gold button. It has a sash under her breast showing the shape of her bosom. The dress falls on. I pulled her head back by the hair, as far as it would go with her arms wrapped around the tree and held the knife to her neck, pressing hard. I liked the way her body contorted and became motionless in order to keep the blade from slitting her throat. Then I just pulled hard on her hair, tearing a large amount of it from her scalp. I slapped her wounds, spit on her, and beat her with a particularly large, strong branch until it broke. I then decided that I was ready to move on. First, I tied.