Lekar aur mummy ko dete hue bola.Karan : Sahi faisla hai aapka aunty. Aap tension na le main jisse bhi aapko chudwaunga woh aapko ya Vivek ko nahi jan...ta hoga ye mera wada hai. Aapka secret secret hi rahega. Main kal aaunga aapki pehli chudai ke liye.Karan : Aur han mujhe ladies ki body par hairs bilkul pasand nahi hai iss baat ka khyal rahe. Uske saath saath mujhe mature aurton ko saari mein chodne mein jada maza aata hai.Karan ke chehre par khushi saaf dikh rahi thi. Karan ke jaane ke baad. We clinked and drank. That was the only sip either of us had.She was looking at me and nervously peeling the label off her beer."I'm glad we can do this," she said.Then she leaned her head on my shoulder. I revelled in the contact, in our privacy. We relaxed into the pillows. We kicked off our shoes. I couldn't get up to switch off the light, but I was ready for bed with her.Beer forgotten, we slipped under the covers. I felt her body moving against mine as she nestled into me. I could feel. They then polished off a bottle of champagne...whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself and left the living room. She was back in a flash dressed only in a black g-string, black nylons, black high heels and a pair of leg garters that boldly read: "WHORE."Joani had smiled and sat down beside him, placing her right hand on his inner thigh. In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently run. I looked at her.“I don't know, it seems to fit.” she said smiling at me.“Ok, Kirsten it is” I said.“By the way, your new measurements are 42C-30-38. That's very sexy and proportional.” Elaine commented.My new persona was put into a nice but nondescript shopping bag. I wandered over to look at the other clothes. I found this blouse I just had to have! It was an emerald green brocade satin with puff long sleeves. I also found a black plain pencil skirt that was perfect. This is what I would wear.