"Follow me." She stood and picked up her duffel bag. With a smile, I said, "I'll carry that." She replied with a smile and handed it to me. I noticed ...he was not that tall, despite her talent. We were both only 6 feet tall. Which was tall compared to the players on the court. We walked to my car, chatting about various things. Things like the sport in itself to her own personal life. I learned that she grew up in New York, making her a hometown hero. Which was absolutely amazing.I drove her. Ek din main school ki half day hone se jaldi aaa gya,uncle k ghar gaya. Uncle resting chair par bethe the. Mere uncle ki age tab 55 years thi, unki height 5.10 h aur wo ache built k h.. Unhone mujhe goad me betha liya aur chair ko dhire dhire jhula dene lage. Thodi der main unhone mujh se pucha “kaisa lag raha h” mujhe laga jhule ka puch rahe h to main kaha achalag raha h..Unohne mujhe thoda sa side kar k apne paint me apne lund ko adjsut kiya aur apne lund ko meri gand k thik niche kar k fir. The only way we could communicate with him was through a microphone that we could turn on and off as we pleased. Looking around more, you saw a few more fun things. A built-in ice chest, with several bottles of champagne on ice. A small suitcase with the lid flipped open, filled with a bunch of clothes that are obviously for you! Next to the suitcase are two boxes with ribbons tied around them…one about a foot square, and the other one about the size of a shoebox. First, you start looking. Fuck it, I was off my head, & had no barriers…. just say what you think..I started to spout…..“OK, cards on the table” I said, “ I cannot believe that you two are here, I think you are both so beautiful, and amazing… I just don’t want anyone else to turn up, I want you both to myself! Over the mark? needy? fuck…. lets see, shit, this was one of those moments you wish you had just shut the fuck up!"Gabriella, I have never seen a body as amazing as yours, you hypnotise me with your figure, you.