Nobody had entered any storysynopses, and even more curious was that there were no keywords accompanying it, or even an author's name. How was I supp...osed to get any idea if I'd want to read it? All it said was "Story 2000".'Hmm, I wonder if Mom decided to get cute with the biggie to draw morereaders to it?' I thought as I clicked on the story. That thought wasamplified when the story started to come up on my screen. Or put another way, as the presumed firework programmed by Mom came onto. Phir baatain karne lage , baat to bahut hue bataunga to story boaring ho jayega. isiliye direct point pe aata hu. maine usko hug kiya usne bhi mujhe hug kiya, uske baad to main pura free ho gaya. uske body ke harek aang ke sath khelne laga. kabhi uske boobs dabata kabhi uske gaand ko dabata kabhi usko kiss karta, mahol ekdim hot ho gaya tha. achanak wo mere paint ke upar hath rakh di. main daar gay kiyunki ye public place hai aur kuch bhi ho sakta hai.par usne mera pant ki chain khol di aur. Then I pulled it loose from the front of her skirt, found the bottom button and undid it. I undid the next button and the next till I revealed the flesh of her tummy. I touched the skin with my finger, all the while looking back and forth between her eyes and the buttons. I unbuttoned another one and looked back to her eyes. She was watching me with intense focus. When I looked down I could see between her breasts. I unbuttoned another button, revealing her belly button. And another and another. "Just remember you are going to have to wear it just as it is. We aren'tgoing to have any of the seams let out. The girl I bought it from was aboutyour height so it should be the right length.Maureen was right; I just needed the right incentive. Every morning I wasgetting up and popping one of her DVD's in the player and exercising for anhour with the pretty instructor. And whenever I looked at food I picturedthe dress and always chose something low calorie. At first the poundsdropped off and I.