’ She answered. Angie stayed in the guest room and I shared a room with Peter. ‘Even though the cats out of the bag, we have to keep the appearanc... of propriety.’ For the next four days Angie and I were kept apart, during the night. It wasn’t too bad as we would always be apart when my parents were home. We met with Reverend Jenkins and set a quick wedding date, the next Saturday. We called Gram. She was ecstatic and wanted to talk to Angie. They talked for a while. When Angie got off the phone. Tumhara koi boy frnd nahi hai kya ?? aur tumhe sari batien itne details main kaise pata “To which she got angry “ jao tumse bat karna hi bekar hai …” and she tried to go move away from meI held her hand and said “ are narraj kyun hote ho.. maine to aise hi kaha”To which she replied “ jise hint karo wo samjh hi nahi raha.. to kahan se banega boy friend ???And the managed to free herself and ran from there. I understood what she meant and was feeling very happy and loved , trust me guys in that. So coming to the story the heroine of my story is my relative aunty Deepa(name changed for privacy). She is 35 years old with 34-30-38 figure.I love her boobs and ass very much. I am an ass lover so I feel her ass big and attractive .Initially we were friends on Facebook. She is my relative so from her marriage time I know her but that time I was bit small but I found her too beautiful and attractive from that time. I was seeing her from past 10 years but I never spoke to her from that time.. She didn’t frown upon herself like other girls he had helped. She wasn’t ashamed to be doing what she was, but she certainly wasn’t proud of it either. The girl had put on a front that she was strong, unfeeling towards her situation. But Dante could see the deeply seeded pain and helplessness in her eyes, a pain and helplessness that he wasn’t even sure Angel herself knew was there.Angel was like a circus animal, bred in captivity. She allowed herself to be tamed, and turned tricks for her.