The fact that I am not the least embarrassed at myappearance meant that nobody showed any offence.I got up very early on Monday and dressed in a dark ...grey suit with whiteshirt and striped tie. I had applied my foundation before dressing andthen completed my makeup, spent ages on my hair before leaving for theoffice. I just slipped my lipstick and gloss in my pocket. The officewent silent as I walked in and everyone starred at me. I just spoke to afew people as I made my way to my desk and told. We’d spent many a long hour confessing all our sins – our first boyfriends; our first kisses, fumblings, blowjobs and fucks. I made most of mine up as Sophie was far more adventurous and forward than I was. Our most intimate time was when she’d decided she wanted to shave her pussy but was scared the razor might slip so she asked would I do it for her. After much hesitation I’d agreed and she also persuaded me to let her shave me. You can’t get much more up close and personal than that with you. Mom kitchen mai coffee banae chali gyi…maine dekha mom ki kachchi bhut clear dikkh rhi thi..mom ne uncle ka gifft khola tau usme gold braclet tha……Mom ne kitchen mai kaam krte krte unhey ph kiyya……ki mai yeh mehnga gift nhi le sakti….fir unkey beech kaafi der baat hui……aur 2 bje hum so gye sab….agle din mom kaam mai busy ho gyi….rahul regular sms ph krta tha…mom ko gift ki wajah se baat krni padhti thi….uska irada kuch aur tha….uske 70lkh ke accounts mom ke pass they isliye woh kaam ke time. I limped into the shop and my favorite haircutter smiled broadly. When she saw me limping, she asked me what was wrong. I told her about the old injury and she frowned as she studied my posture. “I can fix!” she said, “We have massage here. We fix!” I politely declined. The injury, as far as I could tell, was a problem in the joint between my upper thigh bone and the hip. The center of the pain was at the top of my leg and nestled just to the left of my balls. I didn’t tell her that of course..