M pune aake sahi se settle ho gaya tha abhi meri age 24 h ye bat pichle sal ki h m apne project m pune m akela ladka hu jo nainital se hu means pahaad...se hu baki sab marathi ya mp k h to sbse gora or alag dikhne wala ladka hu mere project m ek ladki thi jo mujse 4 sal badi yani 27 sal ki thi vo ladki jammu ki thi isliye sabse gori or mast thi..Mere project k sare ladke uske peeche pade the magar use yaha k ladke vilkul pasand nahi the m bhi pahaad ka tha isliye mujse kafi bat krti thi mene. After returning home, I was a stay-at-home mom with my little girl. About two years ago Rick, my husband, was killed in a car accident. It's so hard to believe; he spent six years in the military and then gets killed when he returns home."Kim had tears in her eyes and I actually got up and pulled her to my chest like I would if it was one of my daughters. The only problem was she wasn't my daughter and it felt so good. I had to release her."Thank you, I needed that," she said, as she continued. “Not exactly, but a variation has crossed my mind,” Jane said.“A variation on a shag? What the fuck is that exactly?” Dave had raised his voice for the first time.“A foursome, you, me, Steve and Sue.” Jane almost whispered.The silence that followed seemed it would never end.It was Jane that broke the silence, “Yes the four of us fucking, screwing, shagging, whatever you want to call it! I know you fancy Sue, you have never made a secret of that and yes, I want Steve's cock up me.”Dave seemed to. I didn’t need his stupid drink. Then I thought about it. This didn’t need to be that hard. I set the drink down and grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt. I pulled my shirt up, flashing him my boobs. But he shook his head. ‘Bra too,’ he said. I rolled my eyes, but pulled my bra up too, letting him see my bare boobs. ‘Satisfied?’ He smiled and nodded. ‘Yep. Thank you. Have a nice day.’ I rolled my eyes again and left. Whatever. Once outside I took out my cell phone and called my friend Harry. ‘Hey,.