Hum fresh hokar ghumne nikle.Maine waha ek mall dekha aur pitaji sekaha ki pitaji chaliye mujhe western dresses kharidne hain.Pitaji- tum aise kapde n...i pehnogi.Main- kya pitaji aaj tak maine kbhi nhi pehne pls allow kriye naPitaji- ok bt deoria me mat pehnana..Yahi pehno jitne din ho yaha.Maine kuchh kapde kharid liye aur pitaji ko bola çhaliye hotel room me he..Mai room me akar kaha pitaji mai inhe try kr k dikhati hu aapko..Pehle maine blue top aur blue tight jeans pehni bathroom me aur. After that, I called her and asked where is she? She sent me the location of OYO room and told me to come to her soon. I went to the room and knocked on the door.She opened the door and then I saw her. To be honest I am not gonna boast like others that she was a bomb or something. She had worn specs and had chubby fat around her waist. Her arms were pretty normal. She wore a green T-shirt and blue jeans. Her assets would have been around 36-34-36.She welcomed me. She sat on the bed and I sat on. ’, he said, as if thinking about his words ‘wonder how he managed to get her into that shirt, she was really something, one thing though, according to the coroner, he went quick with a smile on his face’. It struck me like a thunderbolt that the old kindly farmer had somehow managed to get a photo of Karen with my shirt on, it would be interesting to see that photo!, and had well, wanked himself to death, poor bugger!. ‘Anyway’, the young man said, ‘You wanna picnic up there’, pointing up. It’s not time to take her down, but we go in.Something has gone horribly wrong. She is hanging at anodd angle, apparently unconscious. The dowel under herright foot has broken off. Her arch is red. More bloodstains the cross where her foot has scrabbled. I put myhands on her waist and push up, relieving the strain onher arms. She opens her eyes and groans.Jeremy slices through the ropes. She falls forwardagainst me, her useless arms flopping across myshoulders. We carry her into the.