I could barely wait until I was clear of the crowds to open the envelope and check my pictures, the machine had done a perfect job, four pictures of w...ildlife followed by twenty pictures of Sandra having a wild time, all in wonderful Kodak colour. Almost hugging myself I rushed home, avoiding my sister I went to my room and separated the negatives from the prints. Grinning I put the negatives in the one hiding place I had that I knew Sandra hadn't found, under a loose board under my bed, then. I had the swipe card, but knocking seemed the way to go here. I didn’t have to wait long before the door swung open and there she stood.She spoke first, “I was wondering if you’d show up.”I stood there, speechless. She was standing there clad only in a black lace bra showing off her ample breasts, the tiniest of panties paired with a black garter belt holding the sexiest fishnet stockings I’d ever seen. She looked absolutely beautiful, and my will power crumbled.“I fought with myself the whole. Fir bhabhi nemere shirt ko kholdiya fir vo mere pain ko khol rahi thi or mera lund bahar nikal diya mera lund khada ho gaya tha bhabhi boli kafi bada lund hai tumhare bhaiya ka to kafi chota hai or vo lund ko lekar apne muhne dalkar chusne lagi bhabhi kafi romantic ho gayee or mai bhi fir maine bhabhi ki shari khol di or panti ko bhi nikal diya bhabhi ki chut ekdam chikni thi or kafi rasili thi maine fir bhabhi ki chut ko pakad kar masal rahatha to bhabhi bili abye tumhari hai jitana chahe utna. I had fought for theright to wear my hair long: not only with Mom and the principal at myold school, but with several guys who found out that long hair doesn'tmean you're a sissy. I really felt I had a lot of myself invested init. The last straw was when I pictured the triumphant smile that wouldbe on Mom's face if she returned to find me with my hair cut short.I swallowed hard, then took the album over to Betty. With grimdetermination I pointed to one of the styles Betty suggested as.