My father is a businessman having whole sale and retain cloth shop at God dhod Road Surat. We stay at far off locality from Surat Called Olpad. My fat...er gets clothes from manufacturers and sells at his show room.I am 19 years old and is studying in MS University in first year of engineering and staying in a hostel. In fact, I am son of my father’s second wife. My father lost his first wife rather early. He has two sons from his first wife. Even after ten yeas of his wife’s demise, he had not. "Welcome to my humble cottage," he said, "In Dublin it would have been described as mid-terrace; as I said, only the yellow bit belongs to the Emir. The red bit belongs to the Crown Prince and the green bit to the second in line to the throne."Really?" she said, "Is it really yours? The rumours in Dublin were true? You aren't David Ransome, half Kobekistani and rich? You really are the Emir?" I am David Ransome, and half Kobekistani, and the Emir. How am I to convince you?" he paused and. Run away from there ... or do something silly." You're pregnant," I sighed.I dropped to my knees, so her bulge was right in front of my face. She reached and pulled her T shirt up, baring her distended flesh."That's what happens when you let a Boy Scout do good deeds for you," she said softly. "You got under my skin ... see?" You should have told me," I gasped, running my hands over her belly."I knowwww," she moaned. "I was worried about what you'd think."I looked up at her. "What in the world. I was wearing a bikini top and a short skirt looking sexy. Rika was wearing a skirt and a tight top; she is about 5.8 and has good boobs. Ram was in his shorts and singlet. We had beer that day, rika asked ram how come you both are together, ram explained the whole story to rika and told her that this is only pleasure as she is a widow. Rika felt for me and came closer and hugged me, she hugged tightly and her boobs were crushing on mine, since we both are pretty much the same height. First.