Ye thi meri story aur ye bilkul sachhi hai.Ab aap sab to jante hi ho ki soty hammesha log famous hone aur sex karne ke contact banane ke liye hi likht... hai…Mai kisi girl or any aunty ke sath purely relation rakhna chahta hu to agar aap thik samjeh aur mujh par trust ho to aap mujhe mail kar sakti ho….Mail id:Mai ahmedabad city mai rehta hu aur abhi engineering ki study kar raha hu.Mujhe pehle se hi sports mai jyada interest hai aur isiliye maine bachpan se hi ladkiyo pe dhyan nahi diya. She would run about 5 miles and then come back home.Upon returning home, she went to the kitchen and made herself breakfast. She spent some time making breakfast. As this was one of the few times where she could enjoy herself. She had a cheese omelet, with two slices of bacon, with a glass of milk, and then finish the meal with a glass of iced tea. She cleaned up the kitchen and made her way upstairs to her bedroom.She swept off her jogging clothes and threw them into the laundry basket. She. In fact, I could feel my bra straps digging into my shoulders as my swelled boobs were overfilling my now too-tight bra. Something wasn’t right. I needed to get home and I couldn’t call Harry again. I took out my cell phone and called another friend. ‘Hey, Bobby, it’s Amber.’ ”Sup?’ ‘Nothin’. Can you pick me up from the mall and take me home?’ Bobby made a sound. ‘Aw, day-yam, again?’ ‘C’mon, sweetie, just one more?’ ‘Aw, fuck me, babe, ain’t you got another ride?’ ‘C’mon, Bobby, I’ll make it. No big. You cool to drive? Yeah man, yeah. I drove there checking nervously behind me every ten seconds no cops were tailing, I dont know why though. I was crazy paranoid. My leg kept twitching and I think I was breathing really hard. You okay bro? Greg asked. YYeah. Kinda. Here. Chill out bro. He hands me a cigarette. Once the car stopped at the red light, I looked at him in the back seat. Seriously? Chill man, its straight. No one gives a shit and your cars got no stickers on it. No one can.