Me: deepa (hath pakarkar) kya baat hai main to simple cool person hoon aur tum batao.Deepa: sir ap mujhe achche lagte hoMe: deepu tum v kam khoob sura... nahi ho phir uske baad wo boli sir apki biwi apko bahut pyaar karegi ap bahut lucky ho phir maine use bistar par litaya aur uske boobs par hath pherne laga to woli sir ye kya kar rahe ho to maine kaha kyon accha nahi lag raha hai kya?Deepa: sir main apkokya bataon ap to aise soye hai jaise hum husband wife hai maine kaha to ban jate hai to wo. The idea was amazing to me. You were amazing to me. When you told me you just wanted me to understand who you were, that even though you had your faults you did your best to be a worthwhile person, something clicked in me. Fate, circumstance, identification, a bond, your hand in mine. I wanted you. You were still such a mystery even when you were open to me, as if I was given the right to read something that I could not own. I wanted that book to be mine. I wanted to take it with me, to repair. It ‘tweren’t until about 4 PM the next day that Dick was roused awake by his No. 2 Booty Inspector Junior, who awakened him all in a’flurry, babbling sumtin’ about a new stagecoach filled to the Brim with exotic, dark-skinted Foreign women’s who’se had just got off tha boat from the Pacific Steamliner “Booties’R’Us” and were being distributed out amongst the Pioneeer-town Saloons and brothels for the Flesh-Trade. And would Dick please get his naked arse up out of his Pit of sweaty Lezzers and. The game seemed even more fun to me know, and even though Natalie was more competitive against me, I was still much better than her. On July 1, for the first time, I played with a tight, unpleated tennis skirt on. It was such a thrill. The sportsbra kept my humble A cup breasts in place while the skirt pushed against my barely rounded hips and buttocks. My hair was down to my shoulders, almost, and I had had both ears pierced and was always in makeup. My face was very pretty and I was passing.