Because, some of my friends used to say that I look gorgeously hot in that dress. Anyway, I approached him.We exchanged very formal pleasantries.. li...e how my studies going on etc… without being more curious about anything personal. After about 30 mins or so still he was engrossed in books or in TV. I felt that it would be courteous to give him company for some time. I sat on sofa opposite to him. He raised his eyes and told me, ” hey, Proma.. you are going to be a grown up girl now..What a. He raised himself off her and before anyone else had chance to move the unexpected occured. The keeper had rushed off and got a tranquilising gun which he fired into the gorilla. The gorilla still at Helen's side, paws her tits a few more times before he crumpled in a heap at her feet. Our friends were able to get a ladder and rescue us both (and him). Josh took me and Helen away to the rest room where he locked the doors immediately. He cuddled us both in his arms alternately quietly. By the end of this sentence, I will no longer refer to myself as an I, instead it will refer to itself as just what it is, a thing, and use the proper words to do so. Ahhh. What a relief. To write of itself as other than an it, is stressful, reminding it of the way it used to think when it was a person, and the nightmarish pain that it now associates with the struggle it put up in fighting its surrender. You see, it's not that it lives without pain--on the contrary, it lives with pain every. Pir hum ak shoroom ma gaya waha pa shalani bhabhi apna lea bra panty lana laghi .tho unhona 3 saxey 2 brapanty ka sat lea jinn ko phan na na phan na barabar tha pir unhona ak bhot sexcy shi short nity jo muskil hi un ka badan ko daph pathi .pir hum dono ak club ma gaya or waha bath ka mujko dono bat karna lagha tho ma bola .i-bhabhi apna khabhi bir pee ha .shalani -colleg ma pee tha .i-abhi peena choghi .roshi-kisi ko patha chal gaya tha .i-kissi ko nahi chalagha .shalani -tho mangha lo .pir.