But if so, she made nocomment, simply pouring me a coffee and encouraging me to sample theplate of delicious looking pastries that had been left on a ...earbycoffee table. They tasted as good as they looked, with a spicy, cinnamontang that quickly had me returning for more.As I waited in the office, munching away and idly admiring the paintingsthat decorated the windowless walls, I reflected that, odd basementlocation or not, this was a working environment I could certainlyhandle.My reverie was. Dekhni me wo bhot mast thi wo thodi moti thi aur mujhe moti ladkiya bhot pasand hai ap logo ko pata he hai k ladkiya ladko se pehle mature ho jati h wo mujhe har bar dekhkar hasti rehti thi Kabhi ankh mar deti thi toh kabhi pinch kar deti thi main uska mtlb us time samjh nahi pata tha ki use kya chahiye bat us time ki hai jab hum 12th clas me the wo meri he clas me padhti thi aur mere dost mujhe uske naam se chidhate rehte the wo bhi hamesha mere karib ati rehti thi clas me bhi hum Ek sath he. I said, “I’ll not let anyone know, tell me.” She said, “I’ll let you know after the party. Just wait on the rooftop.”The party completed and all the relatives left. We all started to go to our rooms. I said to my wife that I will smoke on the rooftop and come. She said ok and left. I went and smoked and was waiting for Nancy. She slowly came wearing a one-piece sleeveless dress up to knees with a silky jacket covered.Nancy was quiet and I started the conversation.John: What happened to. Vicky didn’t talk much. She looked at me funny a couple of times, but kept to herself most of the time. June tried to make friends with me and she succeeded. She was tall like Vicky, but with a slightly tan body. She liked to hug me and I enjoyed feeling her droopy, full breasts against my chest. Vicky came into my room that night without knocking. She was dressed in a long T-shirt which only hung down to the top of her thighs and set off her long pale legs. I didn’t know if she had anything on.