Hope ki is bar pehle se v jyada mail aayenge. Khair, chaliye mai apko apni nayi story pe le chalta hu. Dosto dosti hume pyar ka mauka deti hai aur pya... hame insane ke rooh aur jism tak pahunchne ka mauka deti hai, lekin kaise koi ajnabee hamara dost ban jata hai, aur fir hamare beech wo sab ho jata hai, jo kisi ke liye sapna hai to kisi ke liye haqeeqat. Kuch aisa hi haqeeqat mere sath hua, jo sunne ke bad, shayad aap v sochne lage, ki kash aisa hota. Ye kahani hai meri aur sonali ki. Maine. It was February and nearing the end of summer when the wind and air change as frequently as a woman's fancy but this would be Mary's enchanted season dominated by a reality suddenly appearing right next door.Reading always had a special place in Mary's heart but sultry romances cast spells on her. Although Mary was aware sex was everywhere around her she used romantic stories to stimulate her imagination and her imagination to arouse self-gratification. Mary regularly fantasized while reading. Now they looked like what they called themselves, sluts getting ready for a night of wild fucking. All four were beautiful young women, with tight and trim bodies and great figures. Deb was the ringleader of sorts, but tonight it was Lizzie’s party.Once the foursome had dressed, they headed downstairs. To ease cleanup, it was decided to have the party outside, around the pool. By seven, the guys had started to show up, each of them bringing a boxed pizza or two and one or two six-packs of beer.. My mother phoned. "Clem! I have some terrible news to tell. Ramsay is dead; he fell down the stairs at Winson Green and broke his neck." I didn't know what to say as I was shocked and scrambled thoughts rushed topsy-turvy around my mind. Was this an unexpected accident or was this the plan; a plan I had not been told about. Mum told me all that the prison authorities had told them and we agreed there could well be further information as soon as they had investigated the accident. Mum used the.