Her eyes dwell often in the same direction as mine do sometimes, for the nice young yummies like her, who pass by our terrace, around the corner from ...ur street. Alessandra blushes, but does not deny my suggestion she is only interested in girls like her. Her face gets more red the moment I suggest she is warm and wanton, but lacks any actual experience. She confirms that her first crush does not attend her school. She feels rejected by her. And neglected, unseen and unwanted in her new social. Throughout it all Ava has hardly spoken a word. She's quiet, and frail, but hasn't complained or fought back against any direction, no matter how senseless it may seem. She's only barely a woman, and appears to be classically a princess visage; blond hair, wavy and long. Pale, fair, and soft skin, though by now broken in by its first hardships, and blue eyes, as weary as her slowed movements. She's hardly moved the hood of her face, so anything specific has been obscured, let alone disrobing. We sat on either side of her to visit but Sue was too hyper to be too involved in the conversation.After several attempts to get me to go to some party her mom said "Why don't you just go by yourself and give poor Mike some peace!"I assured her it was fine with me, playing the "tired old man" act some more.When Sue closed the door Donna sighed "She wears me out!"Donna didn't look too worn out to me. She was an older version of her daughter. She had made the mistake I was afraid Sue would before. Meri chut ko dekh kar bola saloni tum toh kamal ki ho rani aaj tumko chod kar pane lund ki pyas bujhaung bht din sirf teri yaad me muth maar maar kar kaam chalya hai, wo bina kuch puche meri chut chaatne lag gaya aur puri jeebh meri chut me daal di aur 3-4 din se meri chut me kuch gaya tha to mujhe achha lag raha tha aur main moan kar rahi thiFir wo khada hua aur meri chut pe apna land staya aur ek hi jatake me usne undar daal diya, mujhe lund ki pyaas thi isliye har dard manjur tha, wo mujhe.