. the runs was. For weeks my wife Shirley had been harping on at me to paint the hall at home. She'd even got as far as talking me into buying the pai...t the previous weekend. But I hate decorating when Shirley's around the house. God, the woman never did get the idea that the whole house can't be spotlessly clean, whilst you are actually decorating part of it.Now, because I was going to be away for a couple of days, Shirley had arranged to go off to stay at her sister's place, rather than. I didn't sleep well that night. Not only was there a new room and bed to get used to, but Courtney was in my thoughts constantly. When I did fall asleep, it was only to dream of her.Lord, but I had it bad.I finally decided to get up when I heard the first crowing of a rooster. I got dressed and wondered downstairs. A servant asked if I wanted breakfast. I was pleased that someone was up besides me. I nodded. He led into a smaller room than the one in which we'd had dinner in last night (or the. Our chusne laga. Our dono hatose pura sarir ko daba ne laga. Thore bad didi kuch na boli. Didi upar kuch nehi tha. Pura nanga tha. Fir dost ne bola tumari boobs bohut achha hai. Isko main bara bana dinga. Our bolte bolte uski kamij khol dala. Our pura finger ak jhatke me undar dal dia.Didi muhme hat dal kar awaj rokne ki kousis kartu rahi. Fir uski bara kala rod ak jhatke me undar dal dia. Didi thora chilla uthi. Dost ne use chodne laga. Didi muh se thora thora awaj ane laga. Dost ne uski blood. Then there was Jason's sister, Jazy, my god was she beautiful, the love of my life during my sophomore year. Our relationship was mostly long distance, though we got to see each other every few months, due to me moving shortly after freshman year. We did what we could to make the best of our time together, mostly I saw her before she went to school, so it was usually a brief “hey”, a hug and then off we both went. We would talk for hours every night, we talked about anything and everything,.