Amy? Amy?” Marsha glared. “Are you even listening?” “What? Sorry, yes. I’ve had dreams like this but I never-” “Do you want this or no...?” “Yes. Oh yes.” “Good… good girl.” With a dissolute moan, Marsha caressed Amy’s cheek with the back of her hand. Then her fingers trailed gradually downward, the tickling sensation promoting the growth of the rosy flush already blossoming across Amy’s skin. Marsha leaned in to kiss her lips. The kiss was slow and tender. Amy caught her breath, amazed by. I drove the path which she indicated to me and soon I was deliveringmy car keys to the parking place valet. I walked to the pub entranceand was received by a very beautiful blond hostess, who opened agorgeous smile as she directed to me asking:-"Your name, please?"I was amazed with her beauty, she had a gorgeous body and wore a nicetube dress, black. Her beautiful neck was adorned by a goldennecklace, discrete. The earrings, also golden, formed a set with thatnecklace and her blond hair and. As only I was the young men in the family and all almost mature and old so our relation was more like a friend rather than relative.In these yrs my uncle was also busier in work, even in Diwali he was busy with his laptop doing his work, he was not taking care of Anjali. It was also the reason she was loving my company.Last Diwali, we were in farm, due to winter it was dark all over even at 6:30pm, all the family members were ahead, me my cute little nephew and Anjali were walking behind, I. I so hated that scar, and what it stood for, for years I had to carry papers saying that I was no longer a slave. Now that my magic is strong enough, no one would make the mistake of trying to enslave me. The voice of my mother-in-law as she calls to her daughter causes me to turn. I withdraw my hand not wanting to look like I am scratching my ass. The funny thing is the spot actually itched I guess having the scar there so long it was an odd sensation being actually able to feel the skin.