Mai diya aur thodi der baat uska call aaya hai kha hello koan to wo boli aap koan boal rahai ho.To mai ne kha ki aapne call kiya hai to aap boalo na k...oan chaiye to boali aapka miss call aayatha.isliye maine call kiya. Uski aawaj jara muje uske maa ki lagi isliye maine ye pravin ka no hai kya aise boal k ghuma diya wo boli nai wrong no.hai aisa boal diya aur maine phcha ki fir kiska no aur khaka hai.to usne apna naam bataya reshma aur gaav ka naam bhataya.mai nai kha ok. Sorry madam mujse galti. Bam. The little ball hit me in the chest, bringing me back to reality. "OK, kids the commercial is over", I shouted loudly, "the shows back on, every one back to the couch." Almost magically they lost all interest in tickling their captive, dropping their feathers where they stood they ran off to see the silly cartoon. Sharon let her feet fall back to the ground and sagged in her bonds. Her breathing came as quick gasps through her nose and a fine sheen of perspiration glistened on her arms and. Wow, her feet were so good pink and so soft, sweat and socks made her feet clean and they smelled like heaven.I was about to smell her feet in the hypnotic state when she pushed me with her feet. Ab ja bhi,mummy ko yahi bulayega kya. I went to her Mom and gave the shirt and socks to her only before getting smelling them like crazy on my way. Tu kyo aaya wo maharani kya kar rhi hai.She is on the phone aunty and I said and went back as she started mumbling something. I ran back to her room while. She wrapped it around herself and we all stood there somewhat awkwardly.“I need a Diet Coke”, I said breaking the silence.“Me too”, said my friend.“I need to get fucked”, interjected the flatmate with a giggle.My friend giggled and said something in their language. Both girls blushed.“Why do I feel like this is about me?”, I joked.“Oh, because it IS about you”, replied my friend as we headed out of the bathroom.We grabbed our drinks from the fridge and walked out to the small balcony. There was.