She stood to my right and sipped her wine, I didn't know whether to look at her or not, somewhere in the back of my mind I thought that if I didn't re...ember her face I had a better chance of release."Miss Darby Davidson, not so high and mighty now are we?" she said.I snapped my head around to face her, she knew my name and it now sounded like this was personal "I...I'm sorry, I don't know who you are, please tell me what you want?" I studied her smirking face, there was something about her, I. . a few sizes larger than might be expected for a girl to wear. All clean, though.Mary explained she had met Tanya in a pizza shop as she was waiting for a carryout order; she was reading "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" and Tanya was sweeping the floor, and, as she went by, asked Mary if it was as good as she remembered it. They started talking about it and Tanya remarked she had started reading her dad's copy and never had finished it.Of course, all the above made an impression on. One day we had a farewell party at my friend’s house, but as we were out of budget, we planned it to be simple. We decided to enjoy the night with some vodka. I, my best friend Charika, and some of our friends as well as the seniors arrived at the party. We all spoke a lot as we emptied our glasses of vodka.After a few shots of vodka, many of the guests got drunk, and one of them was Charika. In that drunken state, we decided to take a walk on the lawns near the apartment.We were all freaked. Maine aisha naram kisi ka na dekha tha. Aur mene uske tshirt utarni chahi usne mana kardi. Maine pucha” kya hua.” wo boli ki” ye sab thik nahi hai” mene kaha ” kya tumnahi chahati?”. Wo boli ha magar!! Mai bola magar kya? Kya apna desire fulfil karna galat hai? Wo boli “nahi”.Par wo shirt nahi utar rahi thee. Mai uske chochiyan shirt upar se hi dabane laga. Wo mere hath apne boobs se hatane lagi. Me jabarjasti uske boobs dabane laga uske mana karne wale haath ab mere kandho par the. Wo maza le.