The only thing worse than the sounds were the smells. Rotten food. Garbage. Worms after it rained. Wet dog. All the smells of the street seemed to res...nate and fester in that alley with her. She knew she had to move sometime, but she was scared.Another smell perforated her senses every now and again. Blood. Human blood. Life giving, wonderful human blood. She hated and loved it. Her body needed it, desired it, craved it. It was an addiction that no young girl should have to face, worse than any. " "Come to bed and we'll talk about it." She took my hand and pulled me up from the chair. My dick was sticking straight. I think she could have hung from it, it was so hard. We walked upstairs to our bedroom and she led me to our bed. "Lay down and get comfortable, honey." She pushed me back on the bed and put some pillows behind my head. She lit some candles and placed them around the room. The bedroom quickly became a sexy boudoir, filled with the aroma of vanilla from the candles. My wife. Besides, my early marriage to Shanti can be attributed to her pregnancy, but Neha's early marriage didn't have that kind of excuse too.So I guess it is no surprise that barely a couple of years after they got married, Neha packed her suitcase and returned home from the States. Let me defend the arranged marriage system at this point - I have known thousands of other couples who fell in love after their marriage. It just wasn't meant for my daughter though, and the fact that my son-in-law was a. She had another smallerbut intense orgasm.That was when Dad asked if anyone knew were Pasha was. I told him that she wanted to stay on the beach. I thought she had some other things in mind.Just before we left the cabin one of the men that works for my Dad stopped by to check on the cabin. Dad, was so surprised when he saw Mike pulling up to the cabin. He told us that he forgot to call Mike and tell him that we would be there for the week. By the look on Mike's face he sure did not mind.