I was done with my shopping. I wanted to look perfect for the party, so I had to visit the beauty parlour for waxing and threading. My friend suggeste... me a beauty parlour. It was a newly started one and many of my friends had gone there and they loved the service. Every girl was complimenting about the beauty parlour lady. So even I was excited to visit and see her.I got ready and started from my place. I was wearing a short skirt and a tank top. I entered the parlour and to my surprise, the. Ami choto bela te anderson’e swimming sikhi, onek bochor dhore regular swimming kortam, tai amar chot kore jol’e problem hoi na. Kintu keno jani na, amar math ate ektu dustu budhhi elo. Ami hotat kore dube jabar moto bhan kore dub satar diye jui’er niche elam. Jui bhoi peye nije’e dub satar diye amake tulte gelo. But oi fraction of a second’er modhhe ami jol’er tola te jui’er puro khola thigh guli dekhte pelam. O ekta panty pore ache sudhu. Color ta bujhte parlam na. Jui jei dub dilo, omni seta. Sex consisted entirely of exercising my right hand on my growing manhood.Now, as a fit sixteen-year-old, I was now about seven-and-a-half inches on a good day and a good six inches round and so could still just meet finger and thumb around it. It was good to get back home for the holidays – back to an environment where women existed, even if they were Auntie Helen (more in another story!) and mother.When at home, I spent a lot of time keeping fit and this usually meant getting out for a run in. "This is only the first room!"I laughed while wiping tears from my eyes. But I did peer down the shorthallway. Dad continued the tour where he showed me more offices for theteam, a conference room that we could use, and even a studio that theband and I could use! We finally had a dedicated place to work on ourmusic!When he opened the last door, however, I lost my breath again. It wasthe only corner office, and it was large, spacious, and all mine! It hada large desk, a comfortable lounge area.