The sound was flat, undramatic, but still I jumped, adrenaline flooding my body. Vaguely I felt a burning sensation in the center of my chest but I pa...d it no attention, thinking, if anything, that it was a result of having the crap scared out of me.What the hell had happened? I wondered, trembling a little. Was it a rock thrown from a truck? It couldn't have been. There was nobody closer than a quarter mile in front of me. Since it was now hard to see out the window, I started to pull the. Mangat Ram Semwal had worked as a clerk all his life. When he died in an accident at the age of 42, he left behind his illiterate widow, Bala Devi, and two young daughters, Nisha, 14 and Disha, 10. Fortunately for his family, he had been employed by the state government, and after his death, a meagre, but regular, family pension meant Bala Devi did not have to go and clean utensils in houses to feed her daughters, although it did mean that they could not move out of their village to the. In the dark we would giggle. After awhile we got a little more adventurous and we would go skinny dipping. It was on one of these nights as we were sitting naked in this hot tub that we started giving each other dares. It started off as the foolish girly dares like ‘whose do you like?’ and then after while she turned to me and said “I dare you, Ally to run naked to the end of the yard.” So blushing like crazy I got out of the tub and with my nipples instantly hardening in the cold air I ran. For a while, I just took in the contours of her mound under her tight, red panties. She tucked her hair behind her ears and sighed heavily as I ran a fingertip down her groove; I could feel her wetness seeping into the fabric, so I leaned forward and kissed her womanhood, savouring her warm, feminine scent.Taking a deep, shaky breath, I pulled her panties down her thighs. Below the triangular thatch of curly, black hair, her mound was smooth; her crinkled, soft-pink, inner labia were pouting,.