“Yeah I heard about party, That wasn’t us. Still trying to find out who. Were U there? Do U know people there?”Tim texted back. “Nope. Not me.... Don’t know who got got. Happy not u or me.”“Me 2 I’m happy U not caught. I’ll find out who though. C U Monday @ practice. Peace.”Tim thought to himself, “Well, at least that wasn’t the party I was gonna go to.”He went ahead with his plan to go to the bathroom and, before reaching the door, he heard his mother’s house shoes clapping on the floor of the. Ghosh was at home for about a month and went for his tours again.Shilpa had come home to see her children and on finding me not there she came up on the terrace, she came and stood near me I could smell her nice and sexy,I put my hands around her stomach and pulled her to me and kissed her neck, she also came close to me she was wearing a salwar, slit right up to her stomach, I turned her to me and kissed her sexy lips, we embraced for some time, out tongues feeling each other, she told ok lets. Saturday night I got all dolled up like a street slut and drove to my favorite truck stop. Pulling into the parking lot holy crap the lot half empty. I parked at my normal location next to the dumpsters and picnic area, opened the door and hung out the bait. Pink skater skirts hiked up, black fishnet stockings, white heels and black garter straps showing black bra in full vies under my sheer pink silk blouse. Normally it only would take a few minutes for a guy(s) to approach me. Three guys. .frickin J’Arnie in a white tight wet cotton t shirt. No bra on the tramp. Soaked wet t-shirt breast heaven.It’s just so goddamn enticing especially if you are already familiar with the naked flesh creating the eye candy tease for your thickening cock. Shit the brunette’s nipples were rigid and her pinkness was highlighted by the clingy fabric and the wetness adhered to and accentuated her delicious delicate titties. It was a fondling invitation. Well it became more as J’Arnie; the slutette,.