"It's something like what we did, Beth," Linda added from down the table. "Susan and Dorothy are going to put on a show for us."Beth's eyes lifted wit... interest, then narrowed in suspicion. "Will everyone be there?" Of course, darling," Joyce assured her. "After all, we are just one big family."To Susan, Beth said, "Why didn't you tell me you were making it with her?"Susan tossed her head, giving her sister a little curl of her red lips. "Did you think you had a monopoly on that trick?" Wait. High kicks work better as a group, but Cara does them to draw attention to her legs. Cara also moves to draw eyes to her pantied crotch. Young Carol would never touch her panties, even by accident. Cara adjusts her skirt, but her hands move more and more near her crotch."It just strikes me that the role of a cheerleader's skirt is something like that of a matador's cape, complementing her or his actual weapon. No one, of course, would actually touch the panties, but everyone would be thinking. Recollections of the fantasies that I had designed resurfaced andday dreams wandered daintily along suppressed ways. The finished basementwhere I was living also stored all old the family belongings. One day, havingreceived to rejections on early job interviews, I began to browse through theboxes in the basement. The pain of having been turned down brought back thememories of the times I had been rejected in high school. Back then my solacewas to change reality and to become someone whom. Pehle chachaji bhi hamare sahar mein rehke business karte the to mera relation mere causins ke saath bahot hi achha tha. WO log mujhe bahot achhi tarah samajh Te the.Generally shadi se ke arrangement din mein bahot bhagdad rehti thi magar raat mein hum sab bhai behen milke beth te the. Mere chachaji ki badi ladki Jo ki meri umra ki thi aur chhoti mujh se do saal chhoti thi magar woh mere jyada kareeb thi. Badi ka naam nitu tha aur chhoti ka naam sarika tha.sarika hamesha mujhse mere love story.