Ab unke samne samasya thi ki wo ghar kaise jaye dusri moti wali ladki ko scooty chalani nahi aa rahi thi, jo chala rahi thi use chot thi karah bhi rah... thi meri or dekhte huye usne kaha please aap mujhe ghar chod dege mera ghar pas me hi h scoty meri friend ghar tak le aaye gi. Us moti wali ladki ne sahmati me sar hila dia. Maine bhi use apne scooter par baithaya aur use kaha ki aap mujhe rasta batate huye chalna wo rasta batati ja rahi thi meri pith par uske boobs ka ahsas ho Raha tha beech. Your fingers applied pressure as you used your grip to draw my face closer to yours. My lips parted slightly in response as you pulled me closer and titled my chin upward. My neck strained slightly at the pressure before slacking as you removed your hand from my chin. My relapse did not last long as you replaced the pressure of your hand in the locks of my hair, making sure to weave tufts of it around your fingers. The pull of my hair causes my head to tip back further as you maneuver me to how. I was aroused by thinking that I’m going to show off my body in bra to that stranger guy and stranger shopkeeper. I came out and they both saw me in lust as if they going to tear my bra and eat my breasts at once. I was blushing while Anil whistled looking at me saying kya mast lag rahi hai tu then I went in and got into another bra which was pink and transparent but had nice design to hide my nipples as I came out Anil couldn’t take it anymore and came close to me and fondled my boobs in front. Telling her to leave the mess alone was just pointless. Even if Savannah and I had cleaned on our own, she would have spent a good hour at least re-mopping and wiping.“Go on!” Mom demanded. “Get changed. We’re starting the barbeque soon.” She looked at me. “Say hello to your father. He’s expecting you out back.”“Not interested.” I took off my shirt and turned around.“Jay Dominic Conway—”“Mom!” Savannah hissed. “Quit pestering him! Do you really want him to leave again? You know he and Dad don’t.