Mene unknown ladki se uska name btaya to usne apna name shrishti btaya, mene shrishti se kuch din normal bta ki jese ek dost karta ho, kuch din bad wo...mujhse frank ho gayi aur har trh ki bat karne lagi.Usne mujhe btaya ki wo sex ka mza lena chahti h lekin bf nahi banana chahti kyuki use bat leak hone ka dar tha aur isilye usne meri service lene k bare me socha, ab use mujhpe bhrosa ho gaya tha, hum sex ki lund aur chut ki bat karte the, mene uske boobs ka size pucha to usne 34d btaya jo ki bhut. No rifles and no radios."He said, "That's not good. We were up there?" Yes, Dear. We fell about thirty or forty feet. That's why we hurt." Yeah. At least, we can still hurt." He thought a moment and said, "How are we fixed for food and fire making? What about our sleeping bags?"I said, "I'll work on that. I was having a pity party."He extended his good arm and pulled me to him. "That is permissible considering what just happened." He kissed me gently and I felt better.I rose and hobbled over to. .." No buts, you know the alternative." But Martin will see the bra through my shirt and..." Do as you are told. Without question! You are trying my patience girl..."Girl. She called me girl. Oh fuck, what kind of mess was I in. Fumbling, I pulled my trousers over the nylons and panty girdle, then my shirt over the bra. I went to put my socks on."No socks. They go in the wash too."By now, I knew better than to argue, but I was terrified that Martin would see the nylons in the gap between. My country accent, and the rusticity of my gait, manners, and deportment, began now sensibly to wear off: so quick was my observation, and so efficacious my desire of growing every day worthier of his heart.As to money, though, he brought me constantly all he received, it was with difficulty he even got me to give it room in my bureau; and what clothes I had, he could prevail on me to accept of on no other foot, than that of pleasing him by the greater neatness in my dress, beyond which I had.