She didn't need much: her skin was radiant, not a blemish in sight, and she had high, rosy cheeks with small dimples and beautiful pink lips. She wore...black stockings and black heels but the rest of her was concealed beneath a fashionable beige coat. I wonder what’s underneath? The latest fashions, no doubt. I bet even her bra and panties match.Panties. The very word brought forth a sudden heat and my eyes fixated on her perfectly kissable lips. I wondered what it would be like to slowly remove. Like that would work now. Must have been a very different class of politician in those days, maybe that’s why they were referred to as ‘statesmen’. Before they went around kissing babies and pardoning turkeys in public, and kissing donor’s asses in private.You ever see that clip of Sarah Palin pardoning a turkey, while one of its friends is being force-fed into the guillotine behind her, clearly in shot, no mistaking what was happening? Me, I’d have fed my aide’s head into the guillotine for. I went to Kathmandu to pursue my education as most of the people in Nepal visit capital city for higher education when I was 18.Two years later, I came to know that Nischalla was in Kathmandu as well with her family, as I was good to her family, I decided to go meet her family. When I went there, he mother asked me to give her tuition classes. Since I stayed near to her house in Kathmandu, I decided to give her tuition class. When I was 20, she was 17, far sexier and hot girl than I have ever. ” “Well … I managed to heat the soup, managed to pour it into a bowl but just can’t… Let alone that it’s difficult for me to hold the spoon only with the tips of my fingers but I just can’t bring it near enough to my mouth. Horrible situation! I haven’t tasted food for two days. “You want me to feed you?” I asked, feeling uneasy. “Oh! Yes! If you don’t mind.” She settled at the table and folded her casted arms before her breasts, then fixed her moist, expectant eyes on me. I drew a chair,.