I stay with my mom and dad in South Mumbai, one of the posh areas of Mumbai. I won’t deny that we are quite rich and have our own business.My mom an... dad are quite a modern couple. My mom’s name is Tara, and she is 44 years old. She is a good-looking and busty lady with the right curves. My dad’s name is Raja, and he is 48 years old. My parents are broad-minded and often go to big page 3 parties. They have raised me the same way. Even their marriage is an open marriage. I could. Mummy was right, it hurt, God did it hurt but Dickie took things slowly, I could feel him as he inched forward, giving me just a little more, sliding deeper into me, just a little more and then a little more. I, in my mind thanked Mummy for telling me about a pillow. Right then it was my best friend. I sobbed on it as Dickie filled me.Dickie was gentle with me. He’d stop and wait if I tensed up. He rubbed my sides, back and bottom, talking softly to me, telling me how much he loved me. . It turned out that she liked the looks of the room I had so she asked for and got the other corner room at the far end of the long hallway. I took several glances at her on the way up. Jeri was nicely dressed in a business suit, fashionably slightly open at the throat. Not fat that I could see, maybe in her mid thirties. Her nose was a little pointed and the glasses stuck on there didn’t help. Still, not bad to look at, not bad at all. I stepped aside to let her off first, getting a nice smile.. Kevin quickly agreed.Micah Scott was assigned to work-study in the library at Coastal State as a part of his financial aid package in his first semester. The then eighteen-year-old met Orlando Smith when he was invited to a staff holiday party at Dr. Griffin’s home. The biracial student had addressed the man of the house as ‘Mr. Griffin’ upon arriving when Orlando opened the door.“Come on in,” the disaster preparedness professional grinned. “It’s Mr. Smith by the way.”“Ah! I’m so sorry,”.