This is not for you or forany female who pretends to have feelings in order to get money. Thisis a combination documentary and fantasy. It has no scri...t per se. Neitherwoman in this film memorizes or delivers "lines". In thisfilm two women learn basic quality love making. They say what they feeland are willing to share their thoughts with one another. That naturalhuman dialogue is as close to a script as this project needs. These mustbe honest real feelings or other women will not identify with. Papa was seeing this .Suddenly papa said do you mind helping you? I thought how would i say but said yes . He came to me and took the hook of bra and tried to hook it. As I covered myself in towel So he was not able to hook it.He stopped and but I understood I had to lower the towel. I lowered the towel. He pulled the bra little bit back and tried to hook it. But bra was hardly fit to my boob so he was adjusting the bra by pushing ahead .I scared inside as my boobs were half naked. He was. Aunty:- Tumhe mujhme kya special lagta hai?Me:- apke boobs, apki chud apki thighs aur sabse apki chud ka salty pani.Aunty:-Suppose if tujhe koi dusri aurat ne sex ke liye offer kiya to?Me:- Itna lucky ni hu main and if kiya bhi to pehle dekhunga wo aurat kaisi hai.Aunty:- Tujhe kaisi aurat pasand hai?Me:- Aap ke jaisi, hara bhara badan.Aunty:-Tujhe pata hai same wali Archana tujhpe najar dale hue hai.Me:- Apko kaise pata?Aunty:-Wo tujhe chup chup ke dekhti hai jab tu ghar se bahar nikalta. Fran was just a flick away from cuming when Ms Marshall sat down beside her. Fran almost screamed in frustration as she pulled her hand away from the string."Are you girls ok?" the Teacher asked them as she watched her volleyball-playing students. Ms Marshall had not allowed Carla to change her blouse, and had assigned her to the volleyball court directly in front of where Ms Marshall was know sitting with Fran and Vickie. Carla's face became a deeper shade of red every time she had to hit the.