”“Grungy,” Hailey laughed. “Sweats, track pants, old jeans and T-shirts mostly.”“Then go with that,” Tiffany advised. “It tells him th...t everything between you two is exactly as it was yesterday in your mind. It is the same, isn’t it?”“It is but only more,” Hailey admitted. “I, well, I think I love him. I’ve never felt anything like it before. Waking up beside him is like a hug, a puppy and a box of chocolates rolled into one. The moment I leave him I want to be back with him. I sometimes find. You can!? She asked.I pressed her thigh and said be ready to serve daddy, Tomorrow afternoon at your house. I left saying this.The next day, I rung her door bell around noon and there she was, in a white shirt, no shorts, a black panty and fishnet stockings. Like a perfect slut. I went inside and bolted the door. I ordered her to get on her knees in front of me. I sat back and asked her to lick my toes, she gave me a naughty look and started sucking on my toes. I stood up and took her to the. While the driver holds open the trunk where I gently lay our bags, containing just the necessities (clothes, suntan lotion, several swimsuits, those books we’ve both been meaning to read, oh, and the baby oil, feather, cuffs and other goodies I haven’t told you about) you approach the door—opened for you by the kind-smiling, very large and portly and friendly Hawai’ian driver. Of course, I don’t blame him for stealing a lingering glance at your gorgeous, elegant body, flowing golden, silken. He is a son of an industrialist and used to give my sister everything she wanted. But his parents did not like my sister because we were from a middle class family. I was very happy for them because they seemed very lovey dovey all the time and he took good care of Reshma.Me and Reshma live with our mom who works in Mumbai, she stays at her sisters house all week and comes home on weekends and holidays. Our father had left us when we were little and we had a tough c***dhood. Both of us girls.