It had been six months ago that my son had introduced me to the internet and the wonder of chat rooms, his comment at the time that if I wouldn't go o...t then I could surf instead had made us both laugh. And it had been fun, I'd 'talked' to people of all sorts from all over the world without leaving the sanctuary of my home and then, only a short month ago, I'd met 'Lover Boy', that being his handle. It was as though we'd clicked right off and we began to spend more and more time in private chat. We hugged, thoughnot vigorously enough to spurt our creamies. We allwanted to save ourselves as best we could to spurt abig, creamy load for our victory march down the longrunway.Too bad for those 41 poufers who didn't make the finalten. Losers.The ten of us then began the evening-gown competition.It was different from the usual, beauty-contest,evening-gown stuff. We wore beautiful gowns and all.I had on a shimmering, midnight-blue,spaghetti-strapped, sequined number. Black,fully-fashioned. Phir mene use uthaya our hum bed pe gaye mene uski bra our penty utar di our usko leta kar use kiss kiya phir uske boobs kya kaya mat the use dabaya our uski nipal ko choosa jab me uski nipal pe apni jibh ghumata tha tab vo aaahhhhhhh cccccccchusooooooooooo our dabavooooooooo aaaaaaaaaaaaa maza aaaaaaaaaaa rahhhhh aaaaaaaaahe dear sach kahu dosto vo itani fair thi ki jab mene uske boobs dabaye tho vo ekdum lal hogaye phir thoda niche hokar mene uski neveal me jibh ghumai to vo mere balo ko. Tommy would drive from that day on. Girl took a spot that she would occupy for most of our time together. Edge of the back seat, just about right behind Tommy’s right ear.“Tommy, don’t ever go down that hill. It’s one-way, the way we came up earlier. Cully goes down there just to aggravate.”“Should I give him a ticket, baby-girl?”“Oh, Tommy, feelin’ his oats, eh?” To-my-self.“That’s a good idea. Teach boy a lesson.”Once we cleared the park and got on the road, she made sure to initiate some.