‘I know he loves a bald pussy, but I’m just too sensitive skinned and those red bumps are not hot.’ I shaved my arms, and pits, rinsed everythin... one last time, and turned the water off. I reached out, grabbed a towel, wrapped my hair in it turban style and then dried my body with the other towel. I stepped out of the shower, hung up my towel and reached for the lotion. A nice vanilla smell to soften the fruity bath wash, I rubbed lotion onto my arms, my legs, everywhere. I then slipped into my. Who has come at this point of time? She comes down to the main door and peeps through. There is no one outside. It is a windy moony night and the road is desolated. When she tries to go out to see who it is something stumbles to her feet. It is an envelope fantastically wrapped. She gets surprised once again, looking at here and there she picks it and comes back. In her bed, she opens the envelope slowly. It is an invitation. “You are cordially invited to participate in the event – Raise your. I loved kheer, the dish she loved to cook. So, every other Sunday morning or evening (when guys would go out shopping or dining out) was spent at Bimalda’s place, relishing the kheer Chaitali specially prepared for me.Our talks usually bordered on my affairs, my non-existent girlfriends, my past-times, etc. She would narrate stories on her village life, her pre-marriage flirtations with the boys of her village, her college days, her marriage to Bimalda, and general gossip of the neighbourhood.. Well to me anyway. Karen didn’t seem to think so.I agreed to follow Philbert to his new place but he didn’t want to give me the address. He said it was a surprise so I agreed to let him have his fun and we just got behind him and followed. I have no problem showing Philbert that sort of respect because no matter what else he is, he’s not stupid.Having said that, I know that Philbert is a weasel. He looks like one as much as he acts like one. I consider him harmless when handled correctly but.