Lechi rice pettanu.Malla bedroom like boobs ni chikutunna.Palu tagutunna. Inko vaipu puku lo velu petti strokes istuuna. Chinnaga mulugutam start ches...ndi. Ahhhhh palu tagu mottam tagu ra aipoyadaka tagu ra.Eroju nunchi nuvvu naku ranku mogudu vi ra. Na body ni istam vachinattu use chesko andi.Ika venkala ki tirigamanna. Ass ni separated chesi na modda ni puku lo petti strokes istuna.Adi enjoy chestundi.Ala 20 minutes dani vivida bangamallo dengtuna. Daniki inka dengura ra mogudu na ranku. They saw me keep looking at Chloé, which I couldn’t stop myself doing, and Chloé sometimes looking back.“Have you met someone?” my best friend, Marie, asked. There was a twinkle in her eye and I realised it must be a bit obvious that there was a twinkle in mine! I was pretty sure Marie and the others wouldn’t be prejudiced against my going with another girl, at least. But I wasn’t actually going with Chloé, was I?“Oh, well, she is nice,” I grinned lamely, “and an amazing skier.”“She is stunning. By dinner time we were all very hungry, so we decided to call out for pizza, but they said delivery would be over an hour and a half. The pizza place was in the opposite direction of Jam’s, which we realized still had Katie’s car sitting in the lot. Mel would go get the pizza, Katie and I would go figure out her car. We were barely out of the driveway before Katie was reaching across the center console. ‘I think it’s time we banged out some of those details.’ ‘Katie, I’m driving.’ ‘I know, but. Who was sitting there. That was when a small fact hit me, it was a station wagon. Not the usual for a boy racer or even the car of choice for a midday drinker. Jane went to get the insurance papers as I walked to the drivers window, wondering what or who the driver was.After getting no response to my knocking on the window I took another, lower, glance at the driver. It was a female. Her head was on the steering wheel so I couldn't see her face but by her shaking shoulders I figured she was.