Fir maine mera left hand nikala aur right hand uske peeche se salwar me daal diya. Ab main uski gaand ko masal raha tha. Pura jor laga ke maine masaln... start kiya. Thodi der me maine meri beech wali ungli uski gaand me daal di aur andar baahar karne laga.Ab Borivali aa gaya tha, maine haat nikala aur usne bhi apna haat apne jagah rakh diya. Woh ab muskura rahi thi. Maine bag se notebook nikal ke mera number ek chhote se jagah likh ke uski chhoti chit banayi, aur usko dikha ke usko thighs pe. You were beautiful. I sat on the bench. Next to me was her black nylons on the backpack. She really liked pantyhose. Then I reached down to the shoes. I took her right wine red Converse. It felt slightly rough as I ran my finger along the surface. She had tied the shoelaces in a knot on the inside so that the loop could not be seen from the outside. I smelled him. It had a subtle scent, but above all it smelled of new Converse. They were also quite new. I had to do it. I had to feel it. I. Greg however reminded us that Dad thought our healing capabilities were perhaps the most dangerous and suggested a compromise.Knowing that it was mainly the neck brace that Linda hated, Greg suggested she just put a big bandage on where the cut used to be. That way she could work while still hiding the fact that she was completely healed.Still not liking the idea, she finally agreed it was for the best and applied a two inch by four inch Band-Aid over the spot.On the way to work, she wondered. She was safe. Ami quickly untied the straps holding her suit on and both pieces floated to the top of the water. The feeling was exhilarating. She felt so naughty and a bit scared that she would get caught, but the thrill was addicting. Ami splashed, dove and swam around the edge of the pool. Eventually, curiosity got a hold of her again. Quickly looking around, she climbed up on the deck that surrounded the pool. She stood up, completely naked, exposed to everyone who happened to.