I have a balanced body. I hate getting fat.Vaishali: That’s what you think. trust me. I see a lot of men your age.and most of them can’t carry the...mselves.Me: Aha! Very close observation of men from a 14 year old.Vaishali: This is gen Y bhaiya.Me: hmmm…Vaishali: I wish I find someone like you, who is fun to be with and who knows how to carry himself.Me: Vaishali,. you should be thinking of having fun and enjoying your studies. think of your career and goals …and not about men.Vaishali: I may be. "Whoo Dawgy! Harold why the hell ya so tense?" Harold took a deep breath of relief. "What the fuck, Blitz! You scared the living shit out of me." "Sorry Harold, I was on my way home when I got a mighty hankering for somethin' to eat. And I saw your deli light still on, so I reckon I'd get me a good old po’ boy ta munch on." "I was going to close after I was done. But I guess I can fix you up a po’ boy real quick. What kinda po’ boy you want?", asked Harold. "I'd like a 12 foot ham and cheese. He kept them together and started kissing my stomach. “I’m going to take your skirt off now.” I didn’t respond. I just arched my back. When I did he took that as an approval and released my heavy chest. They pancaked out and fell to my sides. Even the weight of my own breasts made a heat wave go through my body. Then it happened.He put his face on top of my vagina and kissed me through my bathing suit. I gasped. Then he did it. He pulled my bathing suit to the side and put his mouth at the top. Besides, it feels good." She looked up at him and said, "If a girl isn't going to sleep with a guy, she had better learn to run fast. I do. As for passing, I picked it up by studying my favorite quarterback." Who is that?" Mike asked."Michael Cassidy," she replied impassively. "He used to play at Illinois and is playing in the pros now. He used to be pretty good." Used to be? Come on, young lady. Let's see if you can catch the ball." Mike picked up the football and trotted back on the field.