Smooth spotless skin all over, waist length straight, silky and now wet hair, beautiful face, flat belly with sexy pierced navel and nice round breast.... That was when I realized that she owned the best breasts I had ever seen. She was looking stunning. She finished changing quickly and I was still looking at her. Stop staring at me and start driving!!! – She said with a smirk. I quietly removed the sun shield from the front glass and started driving. I did not speak anything the entire route. Uski gaand kya mast hai kisi ka b dil le jaye … Figure 34-26-38. Uske hont jaise rass tapak rha ho … Uski jhangay itni sexxy koi chuwe bina reh na paaye …To story aisi hui… Hamare beech kuch aisa chakkar or affair nhi tha but hum bht frank thay … Aapas mai gandi baaten non veg jokes etc bolte thay … Yhn tak ki mai uski gaal p kiss b krta tha … Fir aise hi aagay hamari ye frank ness bht badh gyi … We used to hug for long time jb b kabhi milte . Wo zyada tar mere ghr p hi hoti thi due to her. Her son Terry and she sat at the kitchen table discussing the trip perhaps they would go over for a long weekend in a few weeks. Terry seemed up for the trip. Once he was gone, she called Al. She explained they might be able to get together if he wanted to Friday or Saturday night. His delight was overwhelming he was so excited he could hardly contain himself. When, what time, what day, finally she cut him off and explained she would call later with the details. Before they hung up, he asked. We sit and pop bottles bullshit and watch tv. Frank says hey Stan are you cool. I said yea I think I'm cool. Why? He pulls out a giant bong from his closet and we get so baked. Cutting loose a bit was relieving. From a cloud of now acrid stale smoke we go outside to get some air. The rain had stopped and it was a beautiful clear night out. We bullshit for an hour. My spidey senses go off SHIT it's late. I need to sleep. Frank agrees and walks in to his bed and flops down face first. I kick back.