Gher me sab unye anu kheker hi bulatye mai bhi unhye anu bhabhi bulta iss thra saadi ko 6 mhanye ho gaye mari bhi collage ki padai katm ho gayi thi ma...i gher me hi rhta ma tho jada ter mandir yeha kisi ke yha kirten me vaseht hi rhti.mujye mai gandi adeht thi ki mai sex ki kitabye bhut parta tha kitabye mai class 11th se hi padnye laga tha kitabo mai bane nagye photo dhekna pasand tha iss bich mai cmputer ki padai kerne ke liye sher ke collage jata vhoi meri dosti ravi se ho gayi usi ne mujye. Also, she had had her make up redone, her lips, eyelids, and fingernails all painted a bright happy blue which matched her new attitude as well as her new outfit.The business suit had been discarded, of course. It never would have fit over those huge luscious melons. The blue spandex halter top she wore now managed the job, though, with quite a bit of stretching. The matching miniskirt did the same with her padded and molded fanny. Blue stockings hung from garters and stretched along her molded. Joe advised the Australian operations, like Vanuatu was running at 80 to 85%. The pilots were very pleased with the plane servicing and have no problem advising any faults or funny feeling on the planes. They describe it to Engineer who immediately organises the correct service. They have not done any advertising yet as, at present, is there no capacity to take on more business. William and I have been looking quietly for any planes available. The planes operations have been split to under 10. Anybody who knew them, and few did, only knew them as newlyweds. Holding hands was perfectly appropriate; kissing was perfectly appropriate. Going further was for privacy, but it was perfectly appropriate, too. It would be the observers, if any, who would be breaking the social contract. They finally wandered back to the inn.“Swim?” he asked her.“Has it been an hour? I really need to finish unpacking.” He could unpack, too. And they might get in a little innocent necking. It was too soon after.