Tc m bahut ladkian hoti h daru peete hue.. Main or mere frnds table p baith k. Drink kr rahe thai or just samne wale table p 3 girls wearing shorts ba...ut hott lag rahi thi…Main un m se aik ladki ko khub time s dekhe ja rha tha or ladki b… Jaise h main wahan s uth k bahar jane lga to ladki b wahan s uth kr bahar aa gayi or mujhe apna mobile no de gayi….Abb tk mujhe uska naam b nahi pta tha… Andar aakar wapas usko msg kiya or bahar car m milne ka program set kia 15 min baad ka….15 min baad hum. Mom was in the kitchen and noticed how Stef had a hold of my hand. All she said was, "We have a lot of your father's birthday cake left. We need to eat it or I'll have to throw it out."I went to the cupboard and got three plates. I took out the cake cut a small piece for mom a bigger piece for my sister and a large piece for myself. I put the cake back and got some forks for everyone.I noticed the ladies looking at me funny."What? Can't I do something nice for you two without you worried that. I started to laugh, and she flopped down on me and joined me with little delay. For a short time, we were back to the two carefree best friends who had fun and found opportunities galore to laugh our asses off for no apparent reason. We were both shaking, and every time we calmed and looked at each other, one of us would start fresh bursts of laughter. Only interspersed with my small cries of pain when a particularly loud chuckle disturbed the clamps on my pussy. At one point, I simply couldn’t. Evelyn, a mezzo like myself, was asked to guide me through the early stages. In time she would lead me through other experiences that had nothing to do with singing. At first I was totally involved in the new world I had joined. We sang with all the country’s leading orchestras and under conductors of international renown. And as we travelled to new concert halls and recording studios, my friendship with Evelyn developed. We had much in common. We were both married with husbands successful.