45 I reached her apartment and I rang her doorbell she opened the door oh my god! She was hot she wore a red sari which exposed her cleavage a bit, sh... was fair with big melons flat stomach puffy lips I was staring at her boobs she suddenly told come in dear and broke the silenceI went inside and presented the flowers she said thank you and hugged me tightly I was not able to control and grabbed her waist pulled her a bit back at started kissing her deeply she did not resist I bit her lower lip. “What do you think you’re doing in there? You’re dirty aren’t you?” I quiz her. “Yes.” “Filthy?” “Yes.” “So clean yourself.” She looks back at me expectantly, hesitates, and then starts to close the door. “Did I say you could do that?” “No.” She seems to perk up a little bit, and slides the shower door back to its fully open position, and turns to the side letting the water fall to her head and soak her long brunette hair. She closes her eyes and looks like an actress in a shampoo. She added the two litres of milk, a six pack of Rum and Cola UDL cans and a six pack of water bottles.She put the whole, cooked chook and the three containers of mixed salads on the table with the flat buns and butter. She then went and got plates and cutlery and set them in two places. “I’m having lunch if you wish to join me,” she tossed over her shoulder at me as she found a seat and started getting what she wanted to eat.I joined her, and we were soon hoeing into the food. To break the. She told me to keep playing with myself and think about that, eventually I came on her thigh, as we kissed.A couple of days later, I was working one of my sleep-overs, so I wasn’t going to see her from 6:30 that morning until I’d finished the following night at 11. It’s become a joke between us, on these occasions that I’d leave a glass and a bottle of wine, or a tumbler and her favourite whisky. That afternoon, I arranged two trays, on with a bottle of whisky and two tumblers, her sexist.