“Okay. So, talk, then,” Kelly finally grunted, leaving her eyes closed. “Why d’you think you’re in love with him? He that good with his tong...e?” “I…I, uh…” Stephanie tried to begin, before realizing that while she had a million things she needed to say, she didn’t know how to put any of those feelings properly into words. It’s so much more than that… “Because I’ve never felt this way before—” “Hah.” Realizing how cliche she must have sounded, Stephanie hurriedly continued, “And I, uhm, I want. My heart began to race faster when I found that it was the same legging that Swati bhabhi was wearing!I pulled out the legging and began to inspect it. Interestingly, the cake stains were in the ass and pussy area of the garment.Without any doubt, I concluded that Mr Patel must had grabbed Swati bhabhi’s ass and pussy when they were in the kitchen. After all, Mr Patel was a rich man. A middle-aged but rich man has his own charm on a young bhabhi who likes to tease people.Since that day, I saw. As I reached the door, I was shocked to see my mother standing in the bedroom, looking at the pictures of her and dad on the chest of draws.She looked like she had been crying and I kind of felt sorry for her, with everything that had happened lately, but I couldn't resist the temptation to see if my mum was just like my dad. I grabbed my mum by the hair and pulled her face close to my own. My mum tried to protest, but I kissed her hard on the lips. I heard my mum's muffled moan escape into my. Three days later, Becky was waiting for me as I came out of my last class of the day. She was sitting on a bench outside the lecture hall and stood up when she saw me. I was surprised to see her but never once thought she was waiting for me. Becky intercepted me as I was walking away. I don't think Becky was use to people, especially men, not doing what she wanted. She had to reach out and take my arm to get me to stop."Hey, wait up," she said. "Did I piss you off so much that you won't even.