...Everything turns to black.His eyes open, they feel heavy and he has the worst headache he everhad. He feels the urge to pee. He flings the covers a...ay and gets out ofbed, he feels uneasy on his feet and stumbling to the bathroom, hemanages to.reach the toilet, he is about to lower his pyjama bottomswhen there is a knock on the door. He tries to say something but hecan't get anything out since his throat is dry. All that comes out is asoft 'Wait'. He stumbles to the door and sees a delivery. I had to go put on clean white panties with lace trim.I left my bedroom and my sister stood there. I blushed."OMGoodness.I bet you just came off in your panties" I blushed again. I whispered to her."It was just some pre-cum." She laughed saying, "I bet some guy plugs your pussy tonight. You will moan like a bitch and love it and love him."We got to the party and many people were there.You can smell the MJ ,beer and perfume.We got asked to dance immediately. Each guy guessed that we are. By the by i am Suraj i am 22 year old. This story is about my mom. Her name is Shyama, she is a perfect mallu woman. She is 47 years old, curly hairs till waist, not much fatty, she is 36-34-38. She has been in Mumbai for a long time but her mallu accent is still there. When she walks I notice every one finds to have a look of her, she is not that fair but not that darker too. She is a very spiritual lady, u can identify it with her chandan ka tilak which she always put.Coming to the story, we. Jenny is my soul mate. I wouldn't be herewithout her." The look both women gave me was one of understanding. Ithen realize that this was the first time I had said that to anyone, butit was the truth. It felt good to say that. Like I had made theultimate statement of Jenny and me. I sat there pleased with myself asDebbie answered more of my mother's questions and tried to explain somemore of the psychological things as well as talking about the passing ofmy father. Debbie recommended that.