Woh mera close friend toh nahi hai, bas ek hi colony me rehta hai. Mujhe pata tha ki woh mujhe line maarte tha. Kaafi kamina banda tha, par tha bada m...ast launda. Un dino mera figure kaafi bulandi par tha. Chuchi gol gol and shape me the, nipple bhi hamesha tane rehte the, meri chuttad bhi gol gore and mansal the. Woh kehte hai na, bubble butt, matlab gol chatakdaar chuttad tha mera. Chut ki silaai abhi tak kisi ne kholi nahi thi, par me aksar apne jhant ko trim and chote rakhti thi. Holi ka din. The cry was nuanced with all sorts associated lewd connotations."Do you want us to sing you happy birthday again?" cried Mandy."No thanks, I'm just here to find Sally," I quickly dismissed.Sally came running in from the kitchen."James, We won!" Really? I wondered what all the noise was about?" Sarcastic pratt!" No, seriously, well done." "Hey, you're just the man to execute the fines!" Fines?" I puzzled as a few half-hearted attempts to sing happy birthday to me died in confusion.The usually. I decided that I would start writing again and instead focus on one story instead of many. Sorry if you prefer one of the other stories, I might go back to them someday but right now I only have time for one. The story I will write will be a new story that is loosely based off the second story and can be found here. I will try to include some images to make it more interesting.The story can be found here.The 1st Story: Highschool Girl (on hiatus)follows the narrative of a highschool girl and. He raised his hands to his chest and adjusted his “boobs”. They had decided that water balloons provided the perfect size and weight to make believable breasts.“You look stunning,” Tracy volunteered, “you really do. Just don’t spring a leak.”“Thanks,” Mitch accepted the compliment awkwardly. He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about looking stunning in a dress and high heels.“Shall we go?” Heather prodded, gesturing towards the door with a white-gloved hand.The location of the party was just.