)“Oh, sorry! If you don’t speak much Swedish, you must be the exchange student that is staying with the Jonssons. I asked you if you were new here... I’m Frederika Röckert, but call me Freda.”“I’m Steve Adams, and yes, I’m the exchange student. I’m still learning Swedish.”“Your pronunciation was fine, so that’s a good start! And that’s a cool hat!”“Thanks. Do you live around here?”“Yes, over on Jaktlykan. Maybe we can get together sometime? I’d like to have a friend from the US.”“Sure. I can give. " After two hours theyled me to another room to sit under a dryer and flick through Cosmo.They then fiddled a little more with my hair and did something to myeyebrows and lashes, before starting on my nails. They gave me nailsthat were twice as long as I was used to, they were matte gray and theydid my lips the same color. "It will go perfect with your dress, yousee," Nicole said. A curling iron was next, and I had long waves ofhair reaching passed my boobs. I then felt a little pinch in my. The whole episode wasbeginning to seem strangely exciting to me, and at the same timewrong and secret and shameful.I could feel the swollen bulb of Tom's cockhead slipping rapidly upand down my rear-end. It made a squishy/juicy sound as he squeezedmy asscheeks around his dick, like a hotdog in a bun. It even hurtme a little, but the regular beat of his hips against mine weremaking my floppy little pecker swell up. It felt good…even as Ifelt used and powerless. Tom's breathing was becoming as. I was stuck numb there for 30 seconds. Then I called out, “Maa!” Everyone was shocked and surprised to see me there. Mom immediately got up and sat.Mom – Rahul, how come you are home so early? You were supposed to come late.Me – I wish I could have come late. But then how would I have seen you like this. It’s shameful, mom. You lied to dad for so many years and me, who trusts you more than anyone else.So the guy with whom mom was with is Subham uncle. He is a 6 ft, tall, fair muscular guy. He.