I start browsing Facebook, just aimlessly scrolling when I get a text from Becki,'You not like my pictures?' with a sad face.'No no' I quickly text ba...k 'they were very hot!''Of course they are, but not hot enough to get any appreciation?''Oh they are well appreciated!''Say that now''It helped me this morning!''Oh??''Helped sort out my morning wood...''Oh you naughty boy!!''You're the naughty one!''Who me?' She replies with a picture message seconds after. It's her with this innocent sexy look. Dekhne me magan tha isliye maine nazarandaz kar dia usne ek bar phir apna paav mere pair par mara to maine usko dekha to vo mujhe kuch sexy nazro se dekh rahi thi.tabhi meri bhen aa gai or kaha ki ria tujhe teri mom bula rahi hai or vo chali gai.us din mujhe us par kuch shak hua.karib 5 din bad vo bimar ho gai or mere mama k shadi thi or us din kuch barsaat b ho rahi thi.sabhi shadi me chale gaye or didi ne muje ria ka khyal rakhne ko kaha tha .raat k 8 baje ria or main ghar me akele the or. Thik hai mai 7 to 8 ke darmiyan phone karungi.sarala ne kaha our achanak mere dono kandho pe hath rakhkar apane hotho se ek lamba kiss kiya. Chalo mai chalti hu.Abhi khan bhi tayar karana hai,srala nikal gayi. 7 se mai phone ki taraf dekh rahi thi.Time bikul nahi kat raha tha.Aakhir 8 baze bell bazi ,phone sarala ka hi tha “Kaho” mai mari ja rahi hu. Manju,mihir se mai direct to nahi poocha magar ek plane banaya our wo bhi man gaya. “Kya jaldi bolo” Maine poocha. Manju abhi wah drinks lane shop. The bodice consisted of nothing more than a web of black leather straps, covering only just enough of her thrusting breasts to maintain a semblance of respectability. Her long wavy black-hair flowed down the back of her shoulders and perfectly complimented the matching black cowl. The thigh-high black leather boots completed the outfit, with what Annälisa reasoned must be at least four inch heels. She looked like she’d just stepped off a movie production. Perhaps that was her secret? Who.