"Traci stood, scuffing her feet."Did you get why she was mad?" I asked after a minute."Yeah, I guess I never thought ... I ... I wish I'd never talked...to Peter."You and me both. "Trace, I don't want to pry." Pry, hell. I don't want to know. "I don't know if you and Robbie ... or you and Kelly ... still ... I mean, if Peter had found out the hard way, walking in on you ... it would have been worse." That had to be the most disjointed sentence I'd ever uttered."Sometimes." She didn't specify if. His name is duke. One of my closest friends back in London. He helps me with my stories sometimes and is prominent towards Indian culture. To make the story more spicy I ll be writing as duke and tell you the story in his senses. Winters are a figure of fantasy. First of all because they are ‘cool’ and then I don’t know if you feel the same but girls look better in winter. Hahaha. That’s my opinion. Introductions first. My name is Duke Williums. I study at Cambridge. Have a cool life. And I. I felt like grabbing them and notching them . We talked generally and soon became friends. Bt my intensions were take her to bed.I askd her to dance with me. She readily agreed. While dancing i touchd her boobs and she dint mind . During 1 step i was holding her from behind and my 7″ rod was pressing into her ass .Her ass was so big and curvy that even my 7inch rod would luk small. Sheefa was enjoying. She said”plz isi tarah dance karke mujhe pakde raho. Bhot acha lag rha ha.”maine apna lund. He took out the short non- filtered cigarettes he carried and lit one. He offered her a smoke, but she declined. His curiosity was getting the best of him. He was about to say something when she beat him to it.“Nice ride, to here, wasn’t it?” she asked.“Yeah, it was. What happened to your friends?” he queried.“Well, they couldn’t find their butts with both hands. They had all been drinking hard and not stopping!” She stamped her boot clad feet in emphasis.He remembered that she didn’t drink,.