Her thong were always different everyday and by now I pretty much know how all her thong looks like. After that happened I was moved by my boss to wor... with someone else but decided to to checked her out often and flirt with her during break and lunch. So it was at this moment during lunch when i was looking for her to talked to her, i went to her station where she usually work and i saw her taking a nap while having her head on the desk and you can tell she was having a really deep sleep cause. But mei approach nhi karugi.If wo approach karega to theek hai.Even acha hai bahar ka chakkar khatam ho jayegaNext day I went to lingerie shop and bought a bridal transparent bra and g-string penty and write a note:Hi mom,This one is for you on your bthday, hope you like it. After reading this you will get to know who am I. I love you mom.I am crazy about your body especially your booty that makes me crazy.Tonight I want to see you only in this and want to become your sex buddy.Trust me will. She took up a shared flat with another girl also branching out for the first time. Sonia was trying to leave behind a history of abuse from her father; nothing sexual in content, but a constant haranguing and nagging as if she were in the way all the time; never quite good enough. The chance to be independent and free of the shackles of family life was too great to ignore. She jumped at the chance of sharing the cost of renting a small flat. Their meagre possessions, even when pooled. It looks like someone must have left it behind. Picking it up, you open the book to the first page, hoping to find some contact information for the person who lost it. Instead, you see a note on the inside:"The world runs on rules. Schools and companies have their handbooks. Neighborhoods have their homeowners associations. Even countries have their laws. You spend all day following rules. Wouldn't it be nice if you could be the one writing the rules for once? Now you can. This is the Rulebook..