Beautiful children. They were only there on the weekends. Fine by me. At that time she was a mom and held almost no attraction for me. Soon, I found t...at during the week, she would walk around the house without any clothes on but only at certain intervals during the day. Mostly when my parents weren't home. It was as if she knew I was watching her…or maybe she was trying to catch my attention. Whatever the reason, I found myself watching her instead of watching television or playing video. "Twacy, how did you and Dean meet? I-I can't wemember..."Tracy recoiled from her friend. The look in her eyes was downright disturbing. In an effort to please, she began retelling the story that her friend should know by heart. "You and me, we were whoring ourselves out on that website you started up, 'member? You were always so good with that sort of thing. You always handled the money and I called you my accountant. Anyhow, Dean was my best client. He must've dropped, omigawd, $10,000 on my. This is a true story of my life that I am going to tell you each and every part of it. I am a 21 years old girl from Kanpur studying in a very reputed technical institute. Although i have been with so many boys in my life but this story is all about those two friends and me. Readers now you must be thinking of these two guys. Wait I will tell you. Firstly I tell you about my figure which is like dream to watch. It is 38 24 36 with very nice looks.Now i come to those two hot guys. Those two guys. Suddenly around the corner Mrs Fanshawe - Smythe and Charles’ mother Baroness Easterleigh appeared deep in conversation.“My god,” Charles gasped.“Oh my lord!” Mrs Fanshawe - Smythe gasped.“Oh my god, Charles desist you will go blind!” the Baroness gasped, both at the audacity and at the size of Charles’ manhood.“Leave him alone at once,” Mrs Fanshawe ordered.“No, he will go blind, on your back girl, spread your legs show some compassion!” Baroness ordered.“Yes on your back Jayne,” Mrs Fanshawe.