"Gosh," I said, "I can see why someone might be too shy to approach the head cheerleader, but those last two seem a little harsh."She shook her head r...efully. "Actually, truth to tell, they're both right on." She looked at me. "What do you think of that?"A beat. I looked her right in the eye, the way Uncle Mike had taught me. "I think you're the strangest girl. Most girls at this school think one of three things about boys. They're either too scared to speak honestly to them, or they think. She had the face of an angel, the body of a sex goddess. There was only one thing wrong with her — she was another man's wife.I remember the night I met Sammi. I had just returned home from spending three years as a member of Uncle Sam's Green Machine. That afternoon I'd taken my car out of storage and had gone to NAPA to get the parts I needed for a tune-up. The guy behind the counter was Charlie Biggens, a guy I had gone through high school with. We shot the bull for a bit and before I left. Cindy responded with a strong hug of her own. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Cindy could feel the firm pressure of Martin’s growing erection against her leg. “Would you care for a cup of coffee?” She whispered in Martin’s ear. “Let’s talk and I’ll answer all your questions.”Releasing Martin from her embrace, she walked to the kitchen holding the skirt. Cindy’s bush and ass were still partially visible, and her transparent blouse continued to show off her wonderful tits. . Agar tatti gandi cheez hai to roj use apne haath se kyon saaf karti ho? Jiju jis laude se peshaab karte hain use apne moonh mein kyon leti ho?”Mere paas uske sawalo ka jawab nahi tha. Usne kaha “Main tumko wahi bata rahi hoon jo maja main le chuki hoon. Tum ek baar himmat to karo. Phir baad mein mera ehsaan manogi gaand marwana sikhane ke liye.” Main boli “Par meri gaand ka chhed bahut chhota hai.” Wo boli “Yakeen karo aapa sabhi ka chhed itna hi chhota hota hai. Yeh to koshish karne se dheere.