Wo kafi modern hai aur kaffi kitty parties attend karti hai. unki sundarta ke bare me bas itna kah sakata hu ki wo lajabab hai. unki lambai 5 fit 4 in...h hai. unka badan bahut hi gathila hai. unki sundar badan aur madhur muskan ko dekhke sayad hi koyi aisa mard ho jo unke taraf na khich sake. ab mai apko us din ke taraf le chalata hu. Jis din sheela aunty ke ghar mein party thi meri mom ki 3 best friends hai sheela , mamta aur seema meri mom ka naam hai meena.AUR MERA NAAM HAI RONIT. sheela. “Yeah, it’s not their fault,” Marty told the others, defending us. “And it’s not like I went calling anyone about it either, so let’s just forget about it and put it behind us. Who did or didn’t say something doesn’t mean shit right now. Linda needs to know that we’re all here for her. That’s all that matters,” he concluded with a rare look of seriousness on his face.“Marty’s right, and you’re forgiven,” Julie piped up. “So besides praying, what can we do for her?” she asked eagerly.“Maybe we. . My Uncle and I were always close, since I can remember. When I was little and had to stay with my mother at my grandfathers, he was there too. He always looked after my sister and I in the afternoon after school while our mother and grandfather had to work. My sister and I were really tight and sometimes she would tell me things about him, things he'd try doing to her or getting her to do, but being young I really didn't care, even though my sister and I were close, I thought she. She was called Jennifer, we'd met the night before at the rock nightclub, and I'd thought that she looked gorgeous in her goth make up so she invited me back to her place. It turned out that she was eighteen and still living at home, so we locked her door and did our best to keep quiet as we fucked the night away. Now it was noon, her parents were at work, she was on half-term break from sixth form college, I had the day off uni and we were in the sitting room. We'd both put on the same clothes.