.... She nipped into the loos first and carefully applied her lipstick and put on her high heels. She completed the look she wanted by unbuttoning her... blouse.........just enough so he would need to move in close to get a good look.............. She tapped on his door........'come......' He said...........'oh, I do hope so......'..she thought........... She looked down and noted her nipples were visible through her tight (she had grown a lot recently - she revelled in the new changes to her. Guns were scarce in our area at the time. Most preferred bows, as did I, but a rifle could come in quite handy at times. There was an assortment of old weapons, but the centerpieces of the shop were the new “Pennsylvania” style rifles, long-barreled, lightweight weapons with twice the range of most muskets at the time. The gunsmith took the time to explain how the grooves cut into the interior of the barrel, the “rifling”, made the bullet fly straighter than if it traveled down the old. Then again, it wasn’t like I had much better to do that Friday night. So, I agreed to meet him at the local Thai place. Strike number two… Although, I first thought that it was a bit unfair of me to judge this guy before I even met him, so I went in. I saw several occupied tables in the small restaurant. There was a bar by the register were I saw a guy chatting with a girl who looked away from him until her group of friends came through the door. She signalled to them as if she was on a. The day finally arrived. Shivani Aunty came to our house as usual. Today she sat next to me on the couch and Smitha Aunty sat in fron of us when usually it was the opposit. So while talking, Smitha Aunty asked Shivani Aunty, “Aur bata apni sex life ke baare main.” I was shocked and so was Shivani Aunty, and she blushed looking at me. Smitha Aunty said, “Arre tu iske baare main mat soch, isse sb pata hain, bohot smart hain, isse mat sharma.” Shivani Aunty told us about her sex life. It was.