Jijju bole kya baat meenu chup si kyu hai holi nahi khelni kya, mai kuch nahi boli maine naveen aur ajay ki taraf dekha ajay bola yaar teri sali to ba...i mast hai , jijju bole meenu ye mere dost hai inse kya sharmana bolo kaha khelogi holi, ab sab khulne lage the mai boli aapki marzi hai aangan mai khelte hai hum sab aangan mai aa gaye sabse pehle naveen nai muj par pani fenka mai puri gili ho gayi meri chuchia aur bi saaf dikhne lagi, ajay aur jijju mere gaalo par rang laga rahe the mai bi unko. She kept asking alternatively “are your sure?” and “who did you ask to join us?”. Then, Tom walked in the pub, and she knew. As Tom walked towards our table, she looked at me, looked at Tom, back at me, and then smiled up at Tom. She was pleased with my choice. Tom and I are both muscular, but he is taller, handsome, and somewhat dashing (even if I do say so, myself).“Hi, Steven, Diane. Can I join you?”, Tom asked standing next to the table transfixed by Diane’s smile.“Absolutely,” I replied. Now move the fuck out cunt-boy.”Twenty minutes later…It took Sidney all of 15 minutes before she showered, douched, and stood in front of the mirror, stared back into the mirror with a smile of approval on her face as she applied her makeup and lipstick. Even with close to two decades between the last time she dressed this way, it all came back in a consistent vivid flow. She tilted her head from left to right and had to admit she did look cute. She used a bathrobe belt to wrap around her. ..something that gives it ‘flair.’ Neon’s message was just a few lines of text.“Why did you post that tonight? Like, why are you here and not home studying or hanging out with friends?”Ah, dammit. Why did I ask that? I don’t care about her personal life.But Neon, naive to the social etiquette of a hook-up, thought seriously on the question. Her golden eye stared at the ceiling. “That...” was not an easy thing to put into words. She’d spent several days mulling it over before making her.