I once read an erotic book that says that Bengali women always were proud of their thick hairs on the armpits.It was considered an out-of-fashion or p...udish conduct if any lady shaved them at that time. Very few women who knows what is cool have ever shaved their armpit. But now, almost everybody shaves their armpit leaving the great tradition of Bengali culture. Anyway, I was hot like fire with the sight of my sister’s sweaty and smelly armpit from so close. My cock had almost become numb,. I had some food and sat down with some paper to take down my phonemessages. There were a whole series from Angela, my girlfriend, thatstarted as inquiries, then I could hear her annoyance, then anger, thenjust angry frustration. There had been no way for me to have contactedher then. But fortunately she was now on a business trip for a few days.I left a message on her home answering machine. Then, I got some morecoffee, had another cigarette, and called her cell phone. No answer. Ileft a. No, she relied quickly! You're fucked up. God, I dunno she recanted, wondering if her attractiveness was powerful enough to reach even him. What the fuck would I do if he did she said trying on the shoes of an older woman. I dunno. He's kinda hot for an older guy. Maybe you should suck his cock and see if he begs to fuck you, you little bitch. Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Very funy Carissa. Well, I'll think about it Danielle replied teasingly. Ha ha. You little slut. A slut has to have had sex Carissa,. It always made her laugh silently a little and want a cigarette so bad she could fart!Sarah knew she wasn't the kind of girl they thought she was. It bothered her conscience, but she was slowly getting over it. She had to be her own kind of person, not theirs. Life was to be lived and enjoyed. It wasn't meant to be a period of time in which you could see how much you could deny yourself. Of course, it couldn't be all self gratification, either. There had to be self restraint and Sarah practiced.