Aur phir se ek baar lnd lagake ander jaane k baad wese hi rook gaye wohut dard ho raha tha me rone lag gaya uncle mujhe samjhane lage aur dheere dheer... ander bahar karne lage thode der baadmujhe b dard thoda kam lagne laga aur uncle apna speed badhane lage me bhi maze lene lagi ek taraf payal aur kangan ki awaz aur dusre taraf siskariyan mujhe aur uncle ko aur bhi garam kar raha tha.Uncle jhatke pe jhatke laga rahe the aur mere mun se sirf aaannn uuum hhaann oohhh yyeee ki awaze nikal raha tha. She was a slut who fucked around, rude to me and my friends and only chatted with popular kids and not the losers in school. She always wore a mini skirt to class, had a golden singlet on and flirted with all the football players.Britney had the same hair and eye color as mom. She also was slim and sexy. Truth why she couldn't wait to go into college was so that she would have more freedom to fuck with different guys, drink alcohol, smoke and do a lot of dangerous activities."And you Sharon?". . at least they were big for 15! No wonder I was popular with the boys. I could also see long, straight golden hair flowing over my shoulders, and over my titties. I must be pretty.I asked the men for a mirror. None of them had a hand mirror, but the driver was kind enough to rearrange the rearview mirror so that I could see myself. The girl in the mirror looked vaguely familiar. I knew that I had seen that face before. That made me feel a little better because I thought maybe my memory. ”Mimi blushed for the first time in years. Shame was something that he lost first in her adult life.“Well I do my best I suppose.”Izzy could feel the tension in the air.“Hey it’s been a long time why don’t we catch up? We could have dinner. Do you live near by?”Mimi felt nervous he could not let him know what she had become.“Umm it’s out of the way can we go to your place?”“Sure we’ll take the train.”Izzy walked up to her and grabbed Mimi’s hand. The two walked down the street to the train.