On the walls were paintings, some fancy, some basic, some were even just those cheesy motivational posters. On one there was even, oh god... Nope, not...even going to get anywhere near those. They don't exist, and that's the end of that.As you slowly walk around the room, you think back to just a few short weeks ago, when an e-mail caught your eye. Honestly, on any other day you probably would have simply deleted it as spam. An all-expenses paid blah blah blah? Sure, yea, whatever. It didn't ask. When Cahill introduced Belle, the judge bowed over her hand and said something in French about being enchanted. Belle answered him right back in the same language and before you could say spit, Cahill chimed in and the three of them were yammering away in damned French.I stood by politely as they had their gabfest; I didn’t have to pretend that I didn’t understand what they were going on about. Of all the things I might ever do, learning French wasn’t one of them. My Abuela Isabel taught me. .Jaha par ek 35-36 years ki lady baithti hai maine kabhi us taraf dhyan nhi diya ek din wo aunty apni shop k bahar khadi thi to maine aunty ko dhyan se dekha kya mast maalThi wo yaaro….5’5 us aunty ki height thi…Thoda bhara hua shareer….Uske boobs bade bade the…Aur gaand to bas kayamat thi..Aunty ko dekh k ek baar to aah nikal gyi.Fir dhire dhire maine aunty pe line marni start kr di.. Unki shop k paas jaake horn maarna…Uska result e hua k aunty bhi notice krne lgi nd thoda smile krne lgi…Maine. Amanda winked at Ana as they passed, and Ana heard Daniel say, “Are you sure she’s okay?”“Oh yeah. She just likes to watch,” responded Amanda.The three went into Amanda’s room, leaving the door open. Ana peered back into Ryan’s room, where the boy had stood up and, with his cousin still lying on her back, ankles around his neck, was pounding her quite hard. Ana continued to watch, her hand slipping down inside her jeans, rubbing her clit.After a bit more, Ana moved down the hall until she was.