She was a pretty young thing with long, dark, silky hair and a pleasing, almost classically beautiful face with high cheekbones and plump lips. Her bo...y was slim with sleek, firm breasts sitting high on her chest. His hands trembled a little as he watched her holding her mobile phone out in front of her, obviously taking pictures of herself clad in just a tiny pair of white knickers. What did the youngsters call them? Selfies? Perhaps she was taking pictures for her boyfriend. If so, he was a. His mini-fridge hummed away, cooling his sodas and the tiny bottle of rum he’d been hiding for weeks. The 18-year old lay peacefully, unaware that he’d changed during the night.Jimmy awoke with a start, brought back to the real world by some dream he could not recall. The young man sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes.He was a peculiar guy. He took relatively good care of himself, exercising when he could. He was a bit of a geek, enjoying his computer and video games, but could hold his own with. So here I am going to tell my story of a marwadi women who was also going to Shimoga, friends this is my real experience, as I had nice time with my lovely aunt I was in the same mood only, so due to my luck I got this woman, so here our journey goes like this. After reading please reply or comment your suggestions and if any help is needed to feel free to contact me.This story happened just 2 weeks back, my friend called me and said that he is going to marry, due to long weekend I could not. Not long after that we turned the corner. I saw a group of Locos outside of a house. I looked over at D-Dub, he nodded. We both rolled out windows down along with Mac, D-Dub sat on the window while Mac and I pointed out our windows. I pulled the trigger letting rounds lose. The noise was deafening, 2 9mms and a MAC-10 firing inside a enclosed area. I aimed for on closest on my side and watched him drop as 3 shots hit him. By the team we sped up an left 4 were dead and 2 were close. We rolled.