Fir thode der car age chali to vo boli k aap jaldi hi aa gaye maine bola y kuch wrong number lag gaya hai. Fir maine usko bola k time par ane valehi a...untie s ko achha lagta hai. Me kuch samja nahi k ye kyun aisha bol rahi hai muje to aisa k koi wrong number me bat huvi hogi to usne milne bulaya hoga to usne usko dekha nahi hoga aur yaha bulaya hoga to sayad pehli bar dekhato usse me vahi na laga hu aise vicchar mere manme aane lage. Magar me sochne b laga k agar aisa wrong number vala hu to. The slipper also kissed her thighs and the creases between thigh and buttocks. As these areas were beaten, Nicole struggled furiously, but Melanie held her tightly, allowing Diane’s slipper to drive its message home. As her thrashing continued, Nicole Patton couldn’t hear anything else in the room apart from the “thud!”, “thud!”, “thud!”, “thud!” as Diane Jamieson beat her senseless. Nicole could feel Melanie’s long brown hair touch her bare skin but even this sensation couldn’t take her mind. I mean I only intended to do some dancing so what would be the big deal. Once I had made up my mind, I was restless all day long. Finally, I was home and taking a long hot shower after eating my dinner. It was already nine as I dressed in my burgundy lace bra and panties, a black mid-thigh skirt with splits up both sides, and a burgundy silk blouse. I looked myself over in the mirror just before leaving and thought I looked pretty sexy. The dance hall is only a mile or so from my house so I was. I mean it just crushes all my other sexual encounters, period. He is loving and just phenomenal in bed. We already loved each other, so we're perfect for each other. So please don't be like that, just think about it. Incest is best,” Wendy said.“OK,” I replied.“Well I hope this doesn't kill our friendship,” Wendy said.“OK Wendy, just give me a little time to process this, I mean this is a bombshell,” I replied.“OK,” Wendy said.I left and went home. On the way home, I thought about it, and maybe.