. . until Laura.Her box was unremarkable, just the next dusty cardboard box on the shelf. I looked up the case. Murder, 1974. Victim, Laura Buono, 32....Francis Buono, her husband, convicted and sentenced to twenty-five to life. Francis died in prison in 1993, heart attack. Done and done. I opened the box to sort and toss the contents.And there she was.On the top of the pile of documents was a Polaroid photo of a naked woman. I picked it up slowly and stared at it as if compelled to do so. She. This story happened when i turned 19 years old. This incident took place last year when my friends elder sister got married. Let me call her Sapna (not at all real name). She was a beautiful girl. Fair in color and with nice features. Her boobs and her ass are to big. Her figure would be 36 28 38. She had her hair near her hip. She was having a beautiful face. Any a would die on her. But she was little short. I think nearly 5.1 or 5. I had hots for here as well as for her sis. As they both were. " Yeah right, this bluff was going nowhere. "I'm not pouting. I'm just not feeling very much in a holiday mood."Jen leaned forward, nearly resting her elbows on the table. "Ah, what's wrong, Dave, not feeling very merry?"Dave barely heard her. Her low cut and loose blouse had fallen away, revealing an expanse of smooth, pale curvaceous skin. She was definitely a healthy C-cup and was that a bit of areola peeking out above the lace? Dave let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He cocked his head toward the bathroom for her to follow him and gave her another little wink. Did she dare follow this delicious stranger? Her heart started to beat a little faster. He rose from his seat to walk towards the bathroom. As he walked by he brushed a finger along her jaw bone sending shivers down her spine. She slowly rose from her seat and followed him to the bathroom where he was waiting for her. He opened the door and motioned for her to enter first, she entered and leant.