Meri mousi ki ladki ne mujhei batayia ke ranjreet apko pasand karti hai. Usi din sham kok meri mousi ki ladki to apne gaoun chaali gayi. Abb mere lund...kok phudi ki jarurat thi. Tub se main ranjeet ko chori se deikhe laga.dusre hi din hamare ghar koi nahi tha aur unke ghar main bhi koi nahi tha kisi rishtedar ke death ho gayi thi to sub log bahan gayie thei.bo 6 baje se pahle nahi anne wale thei. Karib 11 baje ranjeet hamare ghar ayi aur puchne lagi ki kuch khanei ke laiye chahiye to banaun.. It was a 30min walk from the school to my house. When I reached my house I pulled out my keys and unlocked the door into the house. "Where the fuck you've been bro" Aaron said handing me a joint. I took a hit and blew it out passing it to him "I met a girl" I said walking into my room shutting the door and changing. I looked in my mirror. I put on a hatebreed T-shirt and old warn out jeans with my old sneakers. I walked back out and sat in the living room with my brother. "who's this girl" he. Patrick rose to his feet and looked me up and down. How many times had he seen my body naked? Hundreds? Thousands? But now I was nude in a special and compulsory way. There was no romance here, no intimate exchange. I was just a nude woman standing in front of a fully clothed man. I’ve not been nude in front of a man other than Patrick since the Sunday afternoon I had been required to strip in a dorm room for Paul and Hank, part of paying off the bet I lost to them on the homecoming football. Nine dollar fifty cent for each of twenty-two thousand units. Now we have Russian equal to American Kitchen-Master. All is good. Drink. Ura Nazdarovya.”Zvezda came back to the table. “I see all well. That is good. Chuck, pour me little Prosecco, please?” I did, but Zargoff poured her a shot of vodka. She took a pickle and piece of the dark bread. “Ura Nostrovia!” and downed it, bit the pickle and the bread. “No more! I am but a young lady. You men must celebrate.” She had his.