Those memories are starting to fade, it might make more sense to let them go but he knows he would rather hold on to them for as long as possible, may...e forever. Hell, some days it feels like it never even happened. He pulls in to get the mail – sorting over the trash he tosses the flyers, tucks the bills under his arm, and glances down at the last envelope. It’s handwritten. What the hell? No one writes letters anymore – maybe it’s from an old friend for his birthday. He stops. Would she have. Morning 10 bje wo mere room aaye unke haat mei waisa hi 1 gift aur tha. Unhone mjhe fresh hone ko kaha aur kaha k lingerie unke saamne hi pehnu. Raat bhr me meine bra pehnne ki practice kar li thi. .ei jaise hi fresh ho k nikla unhone mjhe dba liya aur mere chest jo ab boobs ho gaye hain press karne lage zor zor se. Meine unse chhudwaya aur lingerie pehen k baaki k kpde pehnne laga to ekdum se unhone mjhe rok diya aur kaha aise hi baithne ko. Fir dheere dheere wo mere ssath khelne lage. Kabhi. He liked that she was pretty but wished there was a full body picture of her. He went on line and found a couple pictures of her. Yeah, he told himself. She’s pretty he thought. Yep, she was really pretty actually. Okay, so what if she was a little pudgy? He did not care. He liked her angelic like face. She seemed sweet. She seemed like a kind and hopefully caring soul. He didn’t know but he called her up anyway and asked for a meeting. He set up an appointment to meet with her and eventually. He seemed both kind and understanding. He also lived 10,000 miles away and unlike most of the men who sport cock pictures, his was wonderful. It was this beautiful huge multi-colored rooster with the caption, “My obligation cock pic.” So, he was kind, thoughtful and clearly had a great sense of humorI wrote him what I thought was just a quick question about my concerns that I attracted men who wanted to take advantage of me and in many ways abuse me and that I might be mentally ill. When I.