O couldnt resist looking her. And the aroma was taking me to second heaven. She came and sat next to me popping up the snacks and looking into TV.Parv...thy: Why you staring at me so? Are you alright?Me: You cant understand that situation. Just boys things. (I was trying to flirt)Parvathy: Mmm mmm! Even we know what you people think at this moment.Me: Bt seriously I had a crush on you.Parvathy: (Blushed)Parvathy: I seriously don’t like to get into relationships or commitments.Its all about. I am here to grant you a wish," she explained. "But I didn't find a bottle or rub a lamp and how did you get in my mirror" "Well, I'm a Genie, that's how I got in your mirror and I was sent by the woman you helped last month. Remember stopping and changing the tire for an elderly woman on that rainy day? She offered to pay you and you refused?" the Genie asked. "Yeah, I remember. I couldn't take her money, she was too broke looking and besides, I like helping people. What of it?" Joe. She was hot and wet, ready for him.Without warning, he pushed her away and spun her around. A shove sent her flying onto the couch, face down, her ass in the air. She heard the zipper of his jeans, and the rustle of cloth, and then his hands were on her hips, holding her down as he thrust his rock hard cock into her dripping pussy to wet it, and then pulled it out and fitted it into her ass in one long smooth push, his balls hitting her pussy with a wet slapping sound. He gave her a moment to. “Ever see this guy?”“Nope. Who is he?”“His name was Eric Wyatt. He was a former lover of Ms. Bathory.” Fancy was at least respectful enough not to mention the obvious, that Wyatt was dead.So that's what this is about? This Eric was the 'jilted lover' who had appeared to stand Liz up. Liz wasn't missing, she was likely in the police station, kept in another room just like this one. She was a suspect, maybe on the run, but more likely in police custody. Other cops likely were interviewing her, or.