Both Ridhima and Likita knew my relationship with Nisha . Likita in her mid-twenties was little brown in color, well shaped in pyjama and t-shirt. She...took me inside her apartment.There was a bench and two chairs and a small TV, a big curtain across beyond which might be her bed, kitchen etc. Likita was looking at me sitting near me. I asked her where is her husband. She said he has gone for work and my come back by 10 pm. I asked about children, she said no children. She asked me how do you. Then, he asked if he could see my kitty." "And did you pull your panties down and show him your... kitty?" "Oh, no Sir. I know that pulling your panties down in front of a boy is naughty. I told him I didn't know about that. Then he said he would share a very special lollipop with me if I show him. So I showed him my kitty, like this." With that, you slip a finger inside the crotch of your white panties and pull them aside to reveal your smooth, freshly shaven pussy. You have gone all out on. “But …. I had an idea,” he continues in a deep sexy voice. I moan softly, cursing at how easy it is for him to turn me on. “Go on,” I say seductively, knowing that I would always give him what he wants when he uses that voice. “I thought… that maybe you could do something for me while I am out…?” he whispers hotly into my ear. “And what would that be?” I ask, my breathing getting heavy. Jon pulls an arm back and pulls something out of his pocket, he drops it into my lap. Looking down, I. For the first time ever, I had proof that my own mother was lying to me. When I asked how she’d been, she said that she had been out of town for a few days visiting clients and hadn’t gotten home until that morning. Now that was plain untrue, but I couldn’t call her on it without letting on how I knew. I pretended to commiserate with her at having to travel, and that I knew just how much she hated being away from Dad. Her response was what I’d call inconclusive – she didn’t shrug off the travel.