.Cheekh nikal gyi thi meri..He said abhi bus mazaa lo chudai ka…Maine kaha abhi itni jaldi finish kar doge…To he said…Jaan dont worry 3 din pade...hain…Choot phaad doonga 3 din main…Par ab control nahi ho raha.Boobs ko itna tightly masal masal kar he excite me..And continously 15 minute tak unsttopable jhatke and finish on my boobs. Than humne saath main shower liya and shower main bhi , bus kiss , smooch and meri choot par jo chote hairs the vo pooja k epilator se ashok e shave kiye, phir nahate. But I was too reserved that I don’t like to stay with roommates I just want to live alone. The hostel was like normal but not as I expected anyhow my father forced me to join hostel, but I dint agree with my father and told to search any single room nearby side than its ok my father know I don’t like messy living. We both went to search a single room or apartment.At last I got a single room just beside one huge apartment Race (name changed), it’s like my room just connected to a girls pg I dint. They showed those cards to me. I could see that they got very good grades.I felt very happy. Their teachers talked to me a lot about their effort and intelligence. I was feeling very proud. Soon I walked out with both of them and appreciated them by kissing them on their foreheads.I was feeling very proud. Soon I walked out with both of them and appreciated them by kissing them on their foreheads. Then we moved out of the college and soon we reached home. On that night after dinner, I cleaned. I’ll give it about a week or so for folks to chime in, then I’ll start writing them in small bursts like this so I can include as many as possible. Have fun, go wild, be naughty! No s**t, no blood, no real torture. Otherwise, I might be into it ;)I reserve the right to twist your ideas a bit to fit the story arc. No complaining. Best,Monika———I sat in bed clutching the note to my chest. The paper made a wrinkling sound against my lingerie. It occurred to me that this note should probably go in.