Sharab kafi char chuki thi.Main sarab ki god mainSir rakh ker lati hui thi or sarab ka hath mere boob per tha.or Inder meri tangon ko sehla reha thaMa...n mast ho rahi thi. Or aab takk Simran bhi mast ho chuki thi inder Simran ko bhukhe sheron ki terha dekh reha tha.Main uth ker bathi tisra peg hath main uthaya or maine kaha ki Simran Or kamal Main aaj tumhe ek raaz ki baat batane ja rahi huun kion ki aab hum gehre dost hain is liye Sara peg ek hi ghunt main pite huye kaha ki Jaisa ki aap log. .. but it seemed strange that it was always the same driver who wrecked me.TV: Ah yes, Not to name names but that particular driver has always been very vocal about women drivers and their inappropriateness out of the kitchen.Abbie had been scanning the spectators ... I watched her eyes pass over me and travel on ... and snap back.UhOh ... eye contact. Fuck!Abby stopped talking. She handed her helmet to the TV analyst, and took off for the gap in the fence at the flag stand. The flagman lifted. They were (in my own opinion) was disproportionately large in comparison to this somewhat petite woman, but they sat high and proud on the freckled chest. They shift appealingly under thin shirts and seems little is needed to provoke the nipples to harden. She only wore a bra on more formal and conservative occasions, but the blouses or dresses she wore often revealed her impressive chest. "You're improving," she said as she turned around and beamed a big smile over me. "I still have to work. P: Tiger kya kar rahey ho tum. Aisa kyu kaha mom k saamneR: main toh bus ched raha tha tumhey.P: aab mat karna.R: Ok aab tumharey mom ko thoda chedey hum.P: woh kaisey???R: Usski chinta chod do, tum bus mera saath dena… OKP: OkHum fir baithey he rahey they k mausi wapas aa gayi aur merey saamney baith gayi.R: Priya, tum pehley keh rahi thi naa k ladkiya sajna sawarna karti he haiP: ha toh…M: yeh toh har ladki karti haiR: toh main soch raha tha, Mausi aap kyu nahi sajti sawarti ho…M: main samjhi.