" She signaled the orchestra and all of the instruments remained silent but for the dull, hypnotic beating of the drums and the sharper, rhythmic clat...er of the hardwood sticks on gourds. She fumbled for a moment behind her, then her halter top came off to be tossed off the floor of the stage. Her brown, beautiful breasts bobbed free, thrusting themselves out through the garlands of flowers that decorated her bosom. Her feet began the shuffling dance and her hands to move in the melting, liquid. You are an extremely attractive young lady and I was proud to escort you to the Ball. But you've got to admit we don't exactly move in the same circles, do we? Tell me, just what did your parents make of your choice of escort to the Ball?"That was a question Kathy chose carefully to avoid answering."I guess you're right. Is that why you've never asked me out in the past?"Kathy was sounding slightly annoyed about something, not that I could figure out what. Come on, ladies, I was only a young. We also brought Dipu to avoid any suspicion. We are glad you liked the idea"."For your information we have already started on this project 'Ritu ki chudai (The fucking of Ritu)' last night and are pleased to report it won't be long before she is lying in your bed with her legs wide open begging you to be fuck her".Sita added, borrowing the punch line of a contemporary advertisement, "Sahebji usski choot ka ched itna chota hai ki 'aap dhoondte rah jaoge' (Sahebji her cunt hole is so small it. While I was there, I picked up a dozen red roses and some candles, figuring that a little over-the-top cheese could hardly spoil things, especially since I was attempting to get back into my mother's good books, not just her pants.I started cooking at around five, giving myself time to make some errors in the preparation of the food whilst lining the meal up to be served around seven. At five-thirty, the phone rang; it was my mother, telling me she'd be working back late that night and would be.