"I just had a few drinks at a party with my friends. What’s the big deal?" she asked.I don't know what happened. Something just snapped in me. The f...ther in me wanted to sit her down and explain things rationally. The other part wanted to teach her by firsthand experience what happened to pretty girls who drink and party a little too hard.Without a word I ripped the skirt that she was wearing off her waist, the button popping off in the process. I bent her over my knee and proceeded to start. .hay aaja re……phir me chachi ki choot par honey dal kar choosne laga…..chachi satwe aasman par pahuch gayi…….are me tere bina kaise jeeoongi…….tere chacha ne meri zindagi barbad kar di……hay aur andar poori choot kat le …kha le isko….aam(mango) ke..jaise…choose le…..hai..hhh….oh…oh..ohhhhhh….ye kya…ho..raha…hai……Saroj boli kaha se training li re tune…..aisa maza zindagi me pehli baar mila hai….Bhabhiyo……abhi to semi final hua hai final to baki hai……….Saroj boli meri choot me land dal de…..maine. Yet, she is quite jovial in nature. She has got a well-maintained body. And perfect D-shaped boobs. No one would say she is 40. Usually she wear normal sarees and salwars too office but now a days she wore backless saree’s ,salwars , leggings and tank tops etc ,all men see her while she walks on the street.After completing B.E, I was selected for job in reputed company in Mumbai. I finally decided to shift there along with mom, as she would be alone at home. We shifted to Mumbai within a month.. Ryan bit back an angry reply. That would set them on the same track and nothing would be solved. She had to break the pattern. ‘Brody, we can’t keep going like this.’ She stopped and waited for him to turn and look at her. ‘I want you to be happy for me. It really—it hurts that you’re not.’ He shoved his hands in his pockets. ‘I said I was happy for you. I don’t need guilt trips, Ryan.’ ‘God damn it, this is not a guilt trip!’ She made a frustrated sound and put her hands on her hips. ‘Okay,.