I tilt my bow down to finish on the E (highest pitched) string, holding the final note as long as Anton indicates, and no longer. I pull my instrument...from under my chin, and relax the bow as the audience rises from their seats, and erupts in thunderous applause, with some sporadic shouts of ‘Brava! Brava!’ I look around at Rebecca who is in tears, and tapping her violin with the bow as applause, and the rest of the orchestra rises and taps their instruments, showing their appreciation for my. I m Vikas Solanki, 27 year from Jaipur. Main bhi ISS ka bahut bada fan hoon. Sari Stories ko pad kar me bhi apna ek anubhav aap logo ke sath share karma chahta hoon. Jaisa ki sab jante hain ki ek aurat ka sabse bada hathiyaar uska badan hota he khaskar uske boobs aut maasal gaand. Ye kisi ko bhi nacha sakti he. Mere sath bhi aisa hi kuch hua. Hamara office jis comples me hai theek usi ke samne ek dusra office bhi he jahan ek ladki Sakshi kaam karti thi recepthin par. Kya ladki thi, kareeb 5.6’. With a grin she said “ Well I bet your girlfriend’s happy to have you.” I laughed and responded “ Thank you, but I actually don’t have a girlfriend.” She acted surprised and asked if I was serious. I said I was, I felt good about her complements. I turned down her long and rocky driveway, the car bounced as it traveled towards Megan’s house. I glimpsed over at her chest and watched her boobs bounce all around. I looked up at her face, she was looking forward but she had a wide grin on her face;. Jub raat ko main so rahi the to uncle mere pass aye and mere boobs ko choone lag gye jub aunty nhi hoti the to vo muje idher udher chedte rehte the ek din unhone mujse pucha k ye cuchiyaan itni badi kaisi h kisse chusvari ho maine kaha kisi se ni and aap ye kya puch rahe ho usi din raat ko unke kamre main se rone ki awaz aari the to main dekhne k liye uthi to maine dekha uncle aunty ko bhot buri tareh se chod rahe the and maar b rahe the aunty unke aage haath jod rai the k chod do vo nhi maane.