At seven I woke with the sun shining on my face. She also woke. After cuddling a few minutes she kissed me and jumped out of bed. "I have to go home,"...she announced. "Mother calls around seem thirty every Sunday." She was dressed within seconds, blew me a kiss and was gone, leaving a big void in my chest. By Thursday I had conquered my shyness and looked up her number in the phone book. I imagine I stuttered a bit when she answered her ring, but I finally managed to talk sensibly. "Since you. Main usko kiss krne lga or boobs dbane lga.Use kiss krtr krte uske boobs pr aa gya or boobs ko chusne lga. Wo moan kr rhi thiAaah aammm aahhh aahhmm aahhh aammmAb main uski choot pr aa gya.Maine apni jeebh uski chut mein daal di or uski chut chatne lga. Wo sexy awaazein nikal rhi thiAaahhm aahhhm aaahh ooooaahh aahhha aaahhoo aahhmmm suck it suck it.Aah aahhm aahhmm aahhMujhe josh aa gya or maine ek ungli uski chut mein daal di.Wo thoda zor se moan krne lgi.Aahh ahhh ahhhmm aahhhamm aahhh aahhh. I'd had a bad day at work and all I wanted to do was put my feet up and relax. Steve had texted me to say there was a delivery coming and it needed to be signed for, so I had left work early. The weather was really hot and sunny, so I decided to pour myself a Gin & Tonic, and lie in the garden with my bikini bottoms on. They were the 'garden only' ones that barely covered my neatly trimmed blonde hairs and left a clear outline of my pert lips. I wasn't sure if it was the heat, the day at work,. "Enjoy that," she said.I couldn't tell if she was flirting or just being a cheeky bitch but just then Mrs. Singh walked in the back door."Oh hello, John, how are you?" she asked in her heavy Indian accent."Fine, fine, Mrs. Singh," I said still red-faced and wanting to get out of there."I see you've met my daughter, Ruby. She's back from college." Hello John," said Ruby, almost huskily. She was smiling that kind of smile. The kind of smile that says I know somethng dirty about you. I was so.