"As I turned to leave Treeya stopped my progress by calling after me, "Dac," Yes?" I asked turning back to her."They told me all about love. You love ...hem a lot don't you?" Yes. I love them very much." I turned to leave once again."Dac," Yes?" I asked again turning toward her."Could you ever... I mean, is it possible that... that some day you could love me the way you do Roya and Sheel?" She cast her eyes downward this time.I returned to her. Her wondrous eyes shyly, at this rare moment,. Main 34 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekhke pant se bahar aane lagta hai woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.Mere pati ‘Ghosh Babu’ meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte to mujhe doosre mardo ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah pel sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni agli kahani. Ye kahani meri pichli kahani ‘Complaint Karne Jaane Se Leke, Chudai Ki Class Tak’ ka teesra part hai.. Her figure hugging black dress left little to the imagination. It only came half way down her ass, so her thong was clearly visible, and it was cut as low as it could get without her breasts actually spilling out. A 45 year old body isn’t supposed to be that tight, but her surgeon had worked a lot of magic. Despite the 2500cc in each balloon-like tit she pondered how they would look even bigger. She continued to justify her addiction to plastic surgery as workplace investments. Certainly, a big. First we had to find a gallery that would agree to host the show, one that had enough room for the almost 400 images Helen wanted to display. After a long search, not to mention a lot of rejections, we finally found a gallery willing to give Helen her one-woman show.The name of the gallery was somehow appropriate, "Unexpected Images." The owner of the gallery, Joan Jillen, fell in love with Helen's works the moment she saw them."You have quite a talent, Helen," she said. "How is it that I've.