In case you don’t know me, my name’s Lynda. I’m a forty-two year old redhead; I'm proud that I still have a sexy body and sometimes I like to dr...ss up so I can turn heads with my 36C figure. Lisa, my stepdaughter, adopted at the age of four when her own parents were lost in a car accident, just turned eighteen a couple of months ago. Though she has known since she was twelve that she's not our blood relative at all, we have spent the last fourteen years developing as strong a bond as any mom. Me ek ek ques bdi dhyaan se puch rha tha jisse vo kse b phass jaye. Fir mene pucha truth or dare usne pehli bar dare select kiya.Then I asked u have to hold my hand for two minutes inside the blanket. Us time lights b on thi too me koi b risk nh lena chahta tha.Then mene uska hath pakda baht maje se pure 2-3 min k liye. Uske baad usne bola hogya janab mene kha ki haan abi to shuru hua h. And fir ham dono hasne lge then usne bola ki yr ek prblm h mene bola kya hua..Usne kha ki use kapde change. The place was set up deliberately rustic; plenty of rough grained wood, plain iron framed tables and old fashioned Guinness pictures and the like adorning the wall. I ordered a pint of lager from the attractive barmaid and sat at the bar to drink it. As I drank, the young lady behind the bar started to make conversation with me, and it turned out she was originally from the same town as myself, now living in exile on the South coast riviera! She was totally charming, and that one pint quickly. Time for the thing that would hurt her most. Lucy was a beautiful and very vain model. She would not be in the future. I carefully took the lid off a squeezy bottle in my bag and walked towards Lucy. Slowly, deliberately I raised the bottle above her face and squeezed. The acid dribbled down the right side of her face, the skin melting and fizzing as it did so. I was about to do the other side but stopped myself. Better for Lucy to be reminded of how beautiful she once was. I smiled to.