When the limo pulled up the photographer was in the back and they drove for about 20 minutes to a very nice upscale business park area. They went in t...e front and were directed to a lounge area. There they were met by an elegant older woman who offered them drinks. This is where it gets fuzzy for poor Gina as it seems her drink was drugged. What she recalls is mostly bits and pieces of the evening’s early events, a lot of the later parts, like how she got home, are a blank. What she does. 'PERFECT,' I thought, and got out of the car and walked towards the door of the office. It was dark inside so I knocked on the door and rang the bell a couple of times. Finally I heard a voice whining, "Okay, OKAY! Keep your shirt on, I'm comin'! Ding danged tourists! Can't let a man get his sleep! Always comin' round in the middle of the dadblasted night!" The door suddenly flew open, and there stood an old guy who looked for all the world like Grandpa McCoy from the old show, "The Real. ” Is par Sushmita bhabhi boleen ki “kya tum donon aapas mein ek doosare ki gaand bhi maarte the? Main ne kitaabon mein padhaa hai ki hostel mein jo ladke saath saath rahte hain voh ek doosre ki gaand maarte hain”. Is par Amar ne kaha ki hum donon ne to kabhi bhi ek doosre ki gaand nahin maari. Kahaan yeh padh liyaa hai tumne. Is par Sushmita bhabhi boleen ki “hamaare hostel mein kitaabein waale aate the aur gandi gandi bhaashaa mein likhi kitaabein aur sex ki photo wali magazines laate the hum. ...................................................................................Saltsburg looked particularly pretty that spring day . The pretty young girls were doing what pretty young girls do and the few young men were enjoying the sight as they passed by ,their short skirts and dresses caught by a gentle breeze would show the casual onlooker if the girl was bare or in knickers, Most were without knickers but those fashionable young things who could afford such luxuries wore the.