Kaya bola bua ap na? Kuch nahi toon chatta rah, phir bua na mujha bed par lita kar mara land ko chtna ka baad kaha chal ab maree bur ko chod, bua boha... garam thee, maina kaha ehla batao ap na didi ka bara main kaya kaha tha? Pehla chod na phir batatee hoain agar nahi chodna to be bol da, bua to sirf apni baat kartee thee maina socha chalo chodta haoin phir pooch loon ga asa to bua hath sa nikal jaa gee, maina land bua ki choot main dala or bua ko chodna laga, ah kuta madar chod zara zor laga ka. I was a freshman in high school. There was this one senior his name as mike, he always used to flirt with me, my best friend Carrie who was 16 was dating his younger brother Chris so we all spent a lot of time over his house, his parents were never home so we always drank and partied over there. Mike and his friends always brought beer for the parties, it was mainly mikes friends who were all juniors and seniors. One night Mike was having a birthday party there and we were all invited, although. But it was! Even through his alcohol-fogged brain he remembered that the night he sold her into slavery her hair had been hacked off short, and this woman's hair was in that style. Her features were utterly exquisite and she moved with the elegance and grace of a queen. But what happened? he wondered.When the couple reached the altar, the woman bent down so the little girl could draw back her white veil. She did it with the happiest, most impish-looking little grin Simon could imagine. Jack. We'd keep them at Grandma's house so that dad wouldn't guess our surprise and once in a while I'd spend the weekend with her.Weekend's at Grandma's were so much fun, it was a whole weekend of playing pretend! Mom would drop me off after school and I'd rush into a bedroom Grandma kept for me and put on a pretty party dress. I had lots of clothes to choose from since most of the companies that I played pretend for let me keep the clothes I wore when they took my pictures. Once in a while I'd.