I prayed that his father was more receptive. The entryway had wallpaper with wide, vertical stripes and a small antique desk. The floors were hardwood... I could see that the front room had more contemporary furniture, and looked like a page out of a freaking magazine. ‘Is Dad in the kitchen?’ ‘Yes, dinner is almost done.’ We followed her down the hall to the dining room, and through a doorway I could see a large man pulling a baking sheet out of the oven. He was about David’s height, with a few. My father is a National Sales Manager for a well-reputed FMCG company and mother is a home-maker. We have our ancestral house in Malleshwaram.It’s a one-storied building. On the ground floor we have a drawing room, dining hall and my parents’ bed-room, whereas my room is on the first floor where I am supposed to spend all my time studying and reading books of all the great writers. My parents always emphasize on me reading lots of good books with a view to developing me into a brave and. Ayesha bit her lip and opened her contacts list, desperate and without thought, just needing rescue, there, prominently displayed at the top, was Alex.Over the last few weeks he had proved himself resourceful and helpful in every situation she had thrown his way, if anyone could help her, she was genuinely certain it would be him.Alex let out a low groan as his phone buzzed beside him on his bedside table. Blinking wearily he scooped up the phone, swiping right with his finger to answer as he. I did not even show her anything, I just started flirting and she flirted back. Next thing I know we are making out and my hand is down her shirt playing with those sweet tits. Within minutes we were both naked on the couch, her puffy pussy right there in front of me and my hard cock dying to get inside it. But I froze, I did not know what to do. I looked down at her hairy pussy and just stared. "Well what are you waiting for?" the woman quizzed. I looked at her and then back at her pussy. I.