I quickly get into my tracksuit and take off my make up to go answer the door, it was my neighbourIt was Jon a 50 year oldman who helps on everyone's ...ashing machine, he told me he's nephew kicked his ball into our garden, so I told him that he welcome to get it but I was so stupid that I forgot to shut my room door and he saw all my bras all over my bed, he stops outside my rooms and tells me that he was watching through my window from his house and than told me his favourite outfit was me in. I walked around the perimeter twice and that was enough to give me an idea where to start looking. At the Stoke site, which was near five times the size of Stafford, there were three large skips designated solely for waste metal. At Stafford there were also three, two from a local company, judging by the phone number emblazoned on the side, and one national. I would need to check, but I thought all those at Stoke were from the national company. I also thought that the material already in the. “ ab mai yeh sabko bataongi .. ““ nahi nahi beti ……..aisa anarth mat karna …..” “ haan haan beti dekho …… jo tum chaho gi ham karne ko tayyar hai magar kisi se es bare me mat kahna .. “mere papa bole .“ thik hai jaisa main kahoongi waisa karo ge ““haan haan beti jaisa tum kahogi .. ““ baad me mukar to nahi jaaoge .. ““ nahi beti hum nahi mukrenge “ “ to thik hai mujhe bhi wahi sab karwana hai jo sasu maa karwarahin thi ……. ““ aaaaaaaah haramin .. Dekho to … khud ki chuot me khujli hoo rahi hai. Looking around I saw nothing but hundreds and hundreds of people in the party mood, “Like where?”“Over near the shops,” he said.We worked our way through the crowds, holding each other tight – there was no way we were going to be separated! Eventually we slipped into the darker recess of the shop doorway, just off the main footpath where people were passing in their hundreds. But it was comparatively quiet and private.Almost immediately we kissed with open, hungry mouths, his body pushing me.