Martha, Jennifer and Donna decided that since they would be living in a gingerbread house they would decorate it with eyelet and lace curtains and bed...skirts. Each woman would pick colors from the BC for her room and all of us would paint before moving them in. Martha would confer with her kids and get their input on colors and things for their rooms. John asked if the bedrooms would be so feminine that he would be uncomfortable being in them. Donna answered, ‘Mine’ll be country comfortable. After reading many stories i got courage to write my own story.This is my 1st story. so please ignore for mistakes.Please give your comments to my mail ()Lets come to the story My name is Abhilash and friends cal me Abhi. I am a average looking guy.(21) normal color with athletic body. Its was 1 year back storymy Girl friend name is annie ( name changed ).. she is my senior in our college. She is fair. she has nice body shapes.Her size is 34 26 34 we use to meet daily in our bus. 1st there is. . i thought shell punch me or sth so i smiled and backed up... but she didnt swing, instead she stepped closer again 2 feet distance and looked me in the eyes with her serious face... mom still talking, my smile steadily fading and my eyes following my sisters actiions...she raised her hands up to her neck, unbuttoned the top buttom on her shirt, slowly, looking me in the eyes...then another one... and another one... as my smile dissapeared my sisters cleaveage slowly but surely appeared in. I hopped on my bike and headed down to the launch, figuring it would be a little less conspicuous than my car, easier to hide. It took me about fifteen minutes to bike down there, a bit more than I thought it would, but not a bad ride. The pavement gave way to gravel as I made the turn down to the launch.About a half a mile down, the dirt road opened up to a parking lot. A couple of trucks and a few cars were parked there, more than I thought there would be. A couple of guys were hanging out by.