.June 1, 2007 8:02 PMDear Diary,I can bare hold my pen to write this entry. OMG. I'm having fun already.Sorry about ending my previous entry so abrupt...y, but I had a great reason to. This is what happened on the bus."Is this seat taken?" an unfamiliar voice asked.I looked up from writing in my diary into the almond-shaped gray eyes of the cutest Asian cheerleader. "Now it is, taken by you," I smiled as I close my diary. Her name was Kimmi. She stood about 5'2 with shoulder length dark hair and. She told me that I still had to pleasify her and that she wantage me in satilly pantyloaders if I could not wear my pyjamalopper trousifolds. The jacket of the pyjamaloppers was longage enough to hidey the pantyloaders. It was nearlode long enough to be a nightyshirtlopper.Blushly blushly face again as wifey slid the satilly pantyloaders up my leggers. But muchly joy and new erectifold as she touched me through the pantyloaders. Oh yes! My turn to touch wifey in red satilly frocklode. Touchy. His family has always been very fond of me and has looked at me as their own. His mother, sister, wife & father all treat me equal to Rahul. Their family had high class standards, very ethical, rich and kind of people you would like to be with.Now this story is about me and rahul’s sister neha. Neha is younger to Rahul by 2 years and to me 1 year. We have grown together but not much of interaction between us. She had a very different personality and was kind of tomboy which was exactly opposite. Aaya hai unki gadi kharab ho gayi wo nahi aa saktiPinky: yaar wo dost kaise hai agar tum hamari madad karo to mai tumhari madad kar sakti huRajesh: boloPinky: kitne paise mai book ki thi wo ladkiyaRajesh: 10000 par hourPinky : meri taraf dekhti hui ye randi kaise hai is se kam chal jayegaRajesh: meri aur dekhte hue ye chalegi nahi dodegi par muje do randia chaiyeMai : bhabhi kya bolti ho mai nahi kar sakti,bhayia kya bolegePinky: kuch nahi hota naya saal naye lundRajesh: hanste hue bola to.