Ek din marain mummy or papa dono city say bahhar gay huain thay unhonay mujain kaha ki thum nanihal (Nana ka ghar) jaakar raat main wahee so jana. Mai...ay kahaa theek hain. Maray mamaji ki ek ladki hain “Sanju” wo 18 saal ki hain or bahut sexy dikhti hain. Uska badan real main bhaut nice or achha thaa usaky baday baday boobs or moti gaand thee. Usko dek kar mujain laga ki mujay usko patana chahiyan or uski gaand marni chaahiyain.Hum sabhee bhai, bahan saat main sotain hain to main apni bahan ke. Once she was sitting on the edge of her double bed she tried, in vain, to remember her dream but it was just at the edge of her 'vision' and no matter what she tried nothing would develop."I'll have to remember to mention this the doctor at my next appointment," she thought.Getting up and putting on her robe, she headed towards the bathroom and ran the tub full of hot, steaming water and then disrobed and tested the water with her toes. The temperature felt right so she got in the tub and. No offense. It's just when I was told one of y'all were coming down, I was expecting a bratty ugly girl. Not a nice beautiful one." I laughed. After a few seconds I said, "You think I'm beautiful?" Nobody had ever called me that before. "Your more than beautiful... I mean, your really pretty and stuff..." He seemed at a loss of words. "Your gorgeous. Sexy even." He finally said. I felt myself blush. It was odd for me to be called theses things by someone who was all of them themselves. I. I realized another quality I admired in her. She was able to take her emotions about our relationship, which were quite great, and bottle them and set them aside and be just as passionate about her other "loves". She truly loved her work. Her sense of self-satisfaction and accomplishment drove her madly towards her goal. However, when she walked out the door she was able to leave the job behind. I suspect her former life style of being mad at the world, mad at God and wanting to show the world.