Although Jenny had the forlorn look of an abandoned house, her nipples and vagina had a composure and demeanor of their own; neither humble nor modest... more arrogant and proud than the physique that bore them. Jenny was a sexual dichotomy, like a flame and a moth. She had the looks to rule the world and it was killing her to have it. All her life she had received so much unwanted attention, yet it was also her key to success if she only wanted it."Does she give good blowjobs, Joe?" Joe was. . why you need it, don’t you? ... You know what you are?” I hissed as my tongue played hardball with her swollen nub of a clit. “Yes… Oh Yes” “What are you, Alice?” “Oh God!... I’m a… I’m a Slut…” “Say it again, Alice.” “I’m a Slut… a whore…” “And what do Sluts need, Alice?” “Oh God! I need to be fucked. Oh God I need Steve! Steve! Oh God Steve! Oh God, fuck me Steve!” Though her slender thighs pressed against my head muffled my ears, Alice’s cries must have been clearly audible in Carmen’s. Then said sheepishly, “My dad said she did something to him on his back that no one else has ever done since.”I grinned at him remembering Arian’s sensitive spot. I asked him, “Can I touch you?”He agreed, so I stood and went behind him and touched him in the same spot. A shiver ran down the kid’s spine. I went as sat back down and lit up another smoke.“Fuck!” he said and then shook himself all over. “Did you know that my dad says that you were the only one whoever remembered to look at his face. It rained heavily the next day. In the evening, I went to pick up bhabhi from her work. While we were driving back, we made a short stop at a paanwala to buy cigarettes. There was no place or need to park the car. Bhabhi got out getting them. The rain was a light drizzle. I stayed in the cozy, air-conditioned confines of my car, while I watched her outside. She was slightly drenched, in a hurry, rushing the paanwala to attend her before others. Just then, her phone rang- a text. She had left it.