Please neglect ma mistakes..Its a real story..Please do supporting me with your comments.. .Coming back to stories..It happened during ma school days(...ay b year 2007 or 2008)..Age will 18 at that time.Ma dad got rented building in town..And we rented a shop for a lady for running a photo studio..And she is the actress of this story;aged around 36yrs.Her name is preeji.She is a widower..Her usual dressing is jeans and a short churidar top..She was damn good in her usual dress.I dunno about her. I don’t want to hold your hand and take you out for a stroll around London and buy you candy. I just—“she paused, I could tell she was struggling to find the proper words to convey her meaning. “You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it, you know. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about kissing a girl, about holding her tight and letting her hold you. About grabbing her bum, or reaching your hand down her knickers. About looking her in the eyes as you taste her, Hermione. Don’t tell me. Why pump away at a young naïve girlwho is just lying there wishing you away when you can have an experienced olderwoman who will do exacty what you want. Of course the older woman didn't knowit yet. She was secured to a chair in the living room, screaming beneath herpantie and duct tape gag, wondering what he was doing to her eighteen yearold daughter. Dylan had been dubious when his friend, and shady business associate, Sanchez,had suggested a bank job. He became more interested when he found. I went even further this time. I took everything that Jill had worn the previous day from the hamper, yesterday was Sunday and mother took us out for supper so she wore her best dress. It was a two piece look, the ankle length skirt was black velour and full and the top was white with long sleeves with elastic cuffs trimmed with lace, it had a large stiff lace collar and a sewn in black velour bow at the neck. Under it I wore a stiff petticoat to make the skirt stand out. I again wore her old.