Fir car ka shisha uper ho gaya.Kuch der baad shisha niche hua aur uske papa ne dono side dekha. Nisha bhi waise hi jhuki hui thi. Uske baal hil rahe t...e. Maine fir gaur se dekha.Kuch der baad fir shisha niche hua to Nisha dikh gayi. Tabhi maine dekha ki Nisha ka sir uske papa ne pakad rakha tha aur uper niche kar rahe the. Nisha uper hui to uske munh par thook laga hua tha.Mujhe sab samaj aa gaya ki woh apne papa ka lund chus rahi thi. Ye dekh kar maine apne aap ko gamlo me lge podho ke pichhe. She was ready, right then and there, to do it with this guy she barely even knew, to start all over right then and there. “God honey, I have to uhhh ‘fill up’ before I go at it again,” he told her with a smile. “But I will say this. I loved doing it with you. That’s for sure. I mean that! And I’d do this with you all day long any day of the week.” He looked at her as she looked back and then he said “You’re perfect. Do you know how perfect you really are Bridgette?” Naked, flat on her back, she. “Don’t play stupid, little Sarah. You have much in common with my sluts, but stupid is not one of them.” She glares me down. Her eyes don’t flash, but the weight of her look sends shivers through me. She’s still dangerous. With another look she could force me to eat out each woman in the building. She could give me that hunger, that craving, to serve until I die. I remember what she said to Becky to get her to cum. I need to get away from this woman. “I don’t have a choice,” I say. “Yes.” “I. " But I don't want to wear jeans to meet his mother," Connie whined. "But if we dress up and he wears jeans, it will be worse," she finished, turning to her closet.Denise started to grin at her friend until it dawned on her that she was in the same boat. "Oh, shit," she whispered.After lunch, Connie and Denise sat on Jeremy's folks' sun porch chatting about nothing in particular. Jeremy's mother made eye contact with her husband, then glanced toward the back.Van cleared his throat, "Uh, Jeremy,.