Mi iss cha regular reader ahe khup diwsan pasun mi iss war story wachto ahe ani mala tya khup awdatat mazya baddal sangto aggane arvarge ahe lund 7 in...ani mala pori ani anty zawyala khup awdatat ok sorry mazya baddal jasta bolat nahi mi atta story la survat kartoHi goth mi school madhe astaroom amhi rent ni delele ahet mi 6 standard la hoto tevha dolly ani tichi family amchya kade rent war rahyala ali tichi aie primary teacher hoti ani ticha school amchya ghara pasun jawal aslya karnane tyani. I was little shocked ki ise kaise pata about all the stuffs about my love and other things.Me-i applied brakes and asked her tumhe kaise pata chala she with a smile on her face told me.Priya-aapki sis ne bataya and or bhi bohot kuch hai jo aap nahi jante and she was continuously smiling at me and I was both shocked and amazed.Me-kaise or kya nahi pata batao abhi and parked the bike at the footpath and started to walk with her and she told me.Priya-main aapko shadi se pehle se janti thi, aap. We have dinner in one of the private rooms out back and then move to the bar to see which one of the guys is going to make a fool of himself. This year it was my husband.I saw him standing next to her and wondered how he was able to keep his tongue in his mouth.She was a vision of youth and beauty wrapped in a sequined mini-dress. Most women couldn’t wear heels that high, but she floated across the room like a cloud passing in front of a full moon. Her reddish brown hair covered some of her. ‘If she did, she would understand.’ ‘Then why don’t you tell me what’s going on and I’ll make her understand.’ ‘Are you going to beat her up?’ Charlotte’s lovely blue eyes crinkled and she gave a loud whoop, throwing her head back. ‘Go to it, girl. I haven’t seen a good fight since Louis and Schmeling.’ ‘No, no!’ I held my stomach, laughing heartily. ‘You forget. I’m a lover, not a fighter.’ Charlotte laughed, but I saw the merriment die in her eyes as her smile dropped. ‘So tell me. What’s.