Aaj unhi me se ek reader ki story mai btane ja rha hu jiska mujh par mail aaya.Uska naam shruti hai(name changed) aur wo delhi me fashion designing ki...course kar rahi thi.Uski age 25 saal ki hai aur dikhne me to ek dum maal.Ek dum gori aur uski puri badan chikni.Boobs aur gaand uske bahut bade bade.Wo ek fashion designing ka course kar rahi thi to of course stylish to hogi hi aur kaafi khubsurat bhi thi.To iss tarah se hamari baate suru hui. Uska mail aaya “Bahut achi gf hai apki and you are. And once he is done with you–Don’t look at me like that. You’re not a child, and you would be wise to reflect upon the First, hmm?’ For a while the two remained silent, the each of them exchanging glances with the more learned eyes looking over the newly dressed figure for the novel flesh. Random spots of lint were plucked away and stray hairs were carefully set back into place before all was deemed perfect. Or, at least, as perfect as one could get. The older eyes narrowed, then, their corners. But then you don't want to go inverted and have your unmentionables fluttering all over the place.I will do a Skype tonight.Love always-Johanna"That's good news," I told Terri."Oh, yes! She promised she'd play her flute with us."I smiled. "Terri, me playing my recorder with Johanna is like putting a tricycle on a NASCAR track." I know," the little blonde thing said. "But we ARE getting better." I wish my fingers learned as fast as my brain did," I said."It's like that," Terri affirmed. "One of. .why is your pointer sticking straight out?" I had to admit, I'd been semi hard since I walked in their front door, started thinking about Al, then being presented with 3 hot, naked Latin young men.Looking from one to the next I slowly walked over to one of the benches and sat down to do some arm curls. It was hard to concentrate with 3 sweaty male bodies all around me. The man sweat smell was becoming overpowering and intoxicating. Everyone was grunting and huffing as they pumped the iron.