Xiu is a Chinese immigrant and like my daughter, she is eighteen. Xiu is a small and petite girl. When you first see her you would think she was still...in high-school rather than a freshman in college. Xiu has a golden skin tone with long black hair. Emily is a mutual friend of Xiu and my daughter KC. I somehow got lost in looking at the two girls together wrapped in each others arms.Xiu recognized me and said, “Mr. Brown?”It was like coming out of some type of fog but finally I managed, “Hi. Alag alag choot ka alag alag taste hota hai jo mujhe bohot pasand h main ghanton tk choot chatta hu or choot ko chaat chaat ke bilkul saaf or gulabi kr deta hu. Aajtak maine bohot sari ladkiyon ki choot chati hai sabka apna hi mza tha par fr mujhe ek baar aisa expirience mila jo main apko btane jaa rha hu.1 saal pehle mujhe watsaap pe kisi unknown no. Se msg aya to maine pucha kon fr kuch baat hone pr pta chala k koi ladki thi jisne galti se mujhe apna frend samajh k msg kr diya tha so I said. Together they looked like adress. I didn't need stockings, as the spring day was fairly warm. Idid wear green two-inch pumps.I left the motel and went to the diner across the street. The waitresstook my order"Are you here for the ceremony?" she asked."My accent must have given me away," I replied."Yea," but we forgive you for being a Yankee, hon," she said. "As longas you don't give us any trouble." I'm not planning on that," I told her. "My cousin died because of'giving you trouble' forty. There was evena large selection of panties and nightdresses and pajamas.I ordered a club sandwich from room service and quickly got changed,settling into a t-shirt and a pair of lounge shorts I found in the men'swardrobe.About 20 minutes later I got a knock on the door and my dinner was broughtto me by a very attractive blonde girl in her late teens, wearing a verysexy French maid's outfit, black and white. She was perched on very high 5inch heels and smiled at me whilst I tipped her.I quickly.