Jab chalti he to logo ki ankhe uski gand par jati hi he. Navel se niche saree pahanti he. Ghar me jyadatar saree pahnti he or gahno ki sokhin he.Papa ...ki death hua 1 sal hua he. Mom pahle se dharmik nature ki he. Ab usne apna dhyan puja path mandir jane me laga diya he or mardo se jyadatar dur rahkar sayamit jivan bitati he.Sonu meri bahan jo 20 sal ki he javani fut rahi he. 34d,28,36 ki sexy fig banayi rakhi he.Jyadatar salvar kamiz or tyoharo me kabhi saree pahnti he. Woh bhi mom ki tarah. ( she had no idea about young James calling that morning )At 6.45 I asked Karolina if she would change into a little black dress I had seen her wearing in a photo she once sent me, oh, and leave the knickers off. She came down & stood in the door way. "How does this look ?" She askedShe looked stunning,lovely long legs,big eye's with a sexy glint,amazing smile & gorgeous long dark hair falling over her naked shoulders. My hand went straight to my crotch,rubbing my cock through my pants."Wow,. Leaving her behind me as I went on.My first roommate, Derrick, seemed to be uncomfortable around me from dayone. He would ask me 'why would you get your cut hair that way', I guessit didn't look like a guy cut since hadn't got it cut since prom-night.He really didn't seem to think it was something a guy would do and whyhad I dye it light blonde. 'Are you gay?' he would ask me.I like my hair as it was, I had even gotten it color again since it hadgrown out and was thinking of getting it cut. It became apparent that she was crying. Just as I moved closer to her, she fell into me, sobbing hysterically. We held on to each other and cried. I hated to admit it, but it was probably the closest we’d ever been at that moment. Even though it was pain and confusion that we were both feeling, it was somehow beautiful. Her body was comforting next to mine, and as we cried together, it was as If we were helping each other. It made me feel as though everything was okay. At least, everything that.