Jen winced as she turned away. The other thing her mother obsessed over was her lack of a boyfriend. ‘You have a boyfriend?’ her mother asked, inc...redulous. ‘Yes,’ Jen smiled curtly. ‘Can we go?’ ‘Oh my God,’ her mother said as a smile worked its way onto her face. ‘Oh my God!’ Her mother suddenly hugged her. ‘For how long?’ ‘Couple of months,’ Jen shrugged. ‘You’ve been holding out on me!’ she accused, beaming now, smiling from ear to ear. ‘Handsome?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Smart?’ ‘Yes. Can we go now?’. I lay on the bed and he came up beside me, "open your legs slightly", I was cringing, but I did, his placed his hand on my mound of hair, "I love a hairy cunt" he said, I didn't feel shocked by his actions or words, I felt turned on and I could believe it, my breathing became a bit heavier as I wondered what he was going to do to me, this was not what I had expected, but I couldn't move. He moved his hand gently from my mound down the I side of my thought and back up again, "mmm" was all he. Invitation only. Formal dress is required.” “Holy cow, what are you going to wear? Shit, what am I going to wear?” “Wait, what are you talking about Ellie? Why are you worried about what you’re gonna wear?” “Well, it says you can RSVP +1. Who else would you invite to this fancy parrtay? So do the math.. I am your date. You’re welcome.” *** The room was bathed in soft lighting while a quiet selection of jazz music played in the background. It was a beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky, and. Ek mera dost tha ussa meri dosti purani thi or hum bohat acha se ek dusra ka problem shar karte the. Or ek uski behan thi (sister) jo badi khubsurat haseena the lakin usa dekh kar kabhi mera man me bura khayal nahi aaya tha. Jesa jesa time chalta gaya wesa 2 dost ki khubsura behan or khubsura hoti gai. Wo khubsura haseena ka name alfina tha uska figer bohat mast the 32 ki size the or gand bohat mast the 36 ki uska chehra itna haseen tha ki usa dekh kar koi bhi pagal ho jaye gora or without make.