May na kaha Screw driver / tool box laker ajoo may is ko khool ker check kerna paray ga. Meray dost ki biwi bhi usi computer walay kamray may bath gai... May na tool box ka dost ki biwi say kaha is ka baghair ma check nahi ker sakta. Dost ki biwi na kaha may apnay bettay ko paper per lekh ker dati houn beta bazaar sa screw driver laker ajai ga. App fiker na karain.May intizar kernay laga us na mujh ko pani pash kia. Aur who mujh ko bari ajeeb nagahoun sa dekh ker muskaranay lagi may na ziada. Louise picked several outfits and made her way to the changing rooms. The negligees and bra & panty sets looked great on her 34-22-34 figure but she didn't think they would have the desired effect. She picked up the leather corset, which had a laced back and a zipped front with some ornate stitching patterns, put it round her waist and started to zip it up. She tucked her ample breasts in to the corset and pulled the zip to the top. She was a D cup and guessed the corset was a C as her boobs. They walked out of the water hand in hand and kissed at the water's edge while I just stood and watched.It was an achingly beautiful scene, almost as if one of the women was kissing her own reflection in a mirror and it made me very sad to think that it had to end soon.But did it? A germ of an idea began to form in my mind, an idea so outrageous, so bloody ridiculous that I almost dismissed it out of hand, but it kept coming back to me, perhaps it wasn't so silly after all, maybe it could. She seemed almost unnaturally slender . . . almost sylph-like. That dense, thick hair hung all the way to her narrow waist.The only thing that was disappointing about her, frowned Jack, was her smallish breasts."Oh, I'm just looking around. Is this store new?" Jack asked the obvious query."Thee are most observant. Tis' true, we opened just this very morn." Her voice had almost a musical quality about. Her words were, for want of a better term, poetic. The only thing missing was a rhyme.The.