The cacophony of a dozen girls chatting echoed throughout the old bones of the house, and we turned the corner to find the living room absolutely FILL...ED with girls.There was no new rule to add to the charter, no special event demanding their presence. There were simply a bunch of girls occupying my living room, kitchen, and both downstairs bedrooms: freshmen, harem, and Tri-Delt royalty mingling together as if every day of Spring Break was going to be a sorority party in my house. Attire was. Aunty wo gown pehan kar bahar ayi. Bahot sarma rahi thi.A: abhi aaj tak ese kapde mene nahi kehne hai. Puri back open hai mujhe kuch thik nahi lag raha.M: me kuch sunna nahi chahta chalo aab dinner pe chalte hai.Jaise hum beach par pohche aunty to jaise hairan hi reh gayi.A: abhi itna sab mere liye.M: ha to or kiske liye hoga.Mene waha unko red rose ka bouquet diya. Wo use dekh kar bahot khus thi. Bad me humne dinner finish kiya. Ab me ye to samaj gaya tha ki aunty bhi mujhe chahne lagi hai.. " Well, if you're lucky maybe we can arrange that later," she said with awink. "But you need to know that Ivy went into your Facebook accountyesterday and tweaked your privacy settings. Apparently, you can setthem so that when someone tags you in a photo, nobody can see it untilyou approve it. Nobody's seen it but Peeper, Lisa, Ivy and me." But you were looking at it on your Facebook page." Private message from Peeper. She'd promised to send it to me. But ithasn't actually been posted to. I stopped into the local strip club to have a drink and after a lap dance, with motor boating, my blood was back and I was really horny. I walked around the red light district another couple of times before finding a really attractive girl that kept making very direct, smiling eye contact. As I have never even come close to doing anything with a pro working girl like this before, I was extremely nervous and circled three times, and each time I was met with the coquettish gaze of this lithe,.