Pallavi is a housewife, but she also helps out at the store when it’s busy. I was in love with Pallavi bhabi from the moment she came to pick me up ...rom the airport. I’m 6ft, which is common these days, fair with a good physique and 21 years old at that time. As I was standing outside the airport, in passenger pickup, I saw a big white SUV pull up in front.A young lady wearing a yellow saree got out. Her thick hair was framing her face. She took off her sunglasses and called out my name –. “But when we were going out, I never really got the feeling that he liked me. Maybe he thought I was pretty, sure, but it always felt a lot more like I was an object for him to show off. He’d always introduce me to people when we went out by mentioning that I was Student Council President Alaina. And he tried getting me to have sex in the office a couple times during school until I made it clear that wasn’t going to happen.”She went silent for a while once more.That’s pretty tough. He gave her. This was news to me. Why would they need a house sitter at this time? It wasn’t going to be their permanent home. They were to live in Capital City most of the time, the house on Elm Street was to be their weekend home. Brenda had instructions for me: We were to pick up Tad’s car at the airport and bring it back to the garage. Brenda sounded nervous as she described the task to me. “You can drive me in your car and I’ll drive Tad’s car home,” she paused, “or I can drive you there in Marcie’s. He actually asked me for one of my amazing back massages, and of course I obliged. I rubbed him for a very long time, working everything painful out, even massaging his legs and arms, fingers and feet.After maybe a half an hour to forty-five minutes we could not wait any longer. We went into fucking mode and started with lots of kissing and fondling, and then he started delicately licking, nipping at and teasing my nipples, building up until he was devouring them. My pussy pulsed in.