He’d walked around one of the ranch’s trucks, straight into a board hanging off the back of the bed. He’d said a few choice words, but that was ...all. Then, there was the feed vendor who’d shorted us and the oil speculator who was pushy about buying some of the leases.I had also contributed to his woes by miscalculating some of our projected expenses in a bid for repairs on the bunkhouse. This gaffe resulted in an incorrect bid, so another proposal that had to be resubmitted, and then the. I smiled and asked about her studies and howz she’s doing,can always refer me if she faces any problem in studies she agreed and left.Now we started talking regularly in lift and when we meet near parking place in our apartment. Now the real story started on the day of dhuleti(HOLI) when few families and kids of our apartment were playing dhuleti on the rop of our terrace,I also went to the terrace with my shorts on to just have a look what they were upto thinking nobody would apply color on. After class, we met at the entrance to the dining hall. She said, "What have you got for the rest of the day?" I'm open." Okay, let's work on the story more. I would like to go over the first two chapters and start chapter three." That doesn't sound very romantic."'It will be." We finished our lunches, dropped off our trays, and she took my hand leading me to her room. Nicki wasn't there. Karen's laptop was ready and she opened the story in her word processor. She stood and pointed at the. Brandi could feel that tingle in her loins again almost as soon as she started to untie the blouse. There would be no bra or panties to hide behind or extend the dance this time. Brandi dropped the blouse with hardly a thought, her hard nipples sticking out tantalizingly. Mike was captivated by the young woman's resilience. From sobbing, punished schoolgirl to sexy strutting slut, just like that. Brandi fondled her breasts then reached down and flipped up the front of the skirt to flash Mike..