She was there half blouse un buttoned, my mothers comb in her hair. Seeing me she quickly covered her bosom with pallu of her sari and tried to hide t...e comb. I asked her sternly, what are you upto. She got afraid and said please do not tell aunty. I told her, ok I won’t tell if you keep my secret. She asked me — what’s your secret.. I asked her, first you button up your blouse. Vijji was red in embarrassment, she did not imagine that I had seen it all. Under the sari she tried to button the. He knew it was a small chance it would. Yet hestill remembered that out of the blue, Maria just ended it with him. Heforgave her, and was over being jilted, but he hadn't forgotten iteither. He was not confident in Maria would enjoy herself; once they wereout, Maria would remember why she broke up with him.Doug had no idea where they were going tonight, the only hint he had wasdress casual. He did not mind for it was Maria. He trusted her and knewwhatever they did, it would be fun. The agenda. “I’m talking epic parties. I don’t even know how I made it to class the next day. So tell me, for real though, are you a Berkley Cheerleader?”His fingers had made there way down to her hips as he leaned in.She looked up and him, letting him get a bit too close for a girl who had a boyfriend. She couldn’t help but smile, “No, I’m not, but I used to cheer.”“Oh yeah? Bet that was a lot of work.” His fingers trailed up and down her sides.She nodded, feeling a warm happiness glowing about her, “Oh. Uska lund meri chut ko cheerta hua andar chala gayaMujhe ek dum teekha dard hua or mere muh se aaaaiiiiii mm yuuummyy maaarrr gaaiii aaaaahh. Or hatne ki kosis karne lagi,Wo ek dum hatta katta mard tha or m uske samne ek dum bachi c thi wo mujhe kaha hilne deta, usne pura jor laga kar pura lund andar pel diya. M to dard se bilkh padi. Or rote hue bolne lagi chhod de please,Wo bola radi sali chup kar ja kisi ko sun gaya to wo bhi teri marega, or ye bolkar dhake lagane laga, jisse dhire dhire.