He spoke up moreharshly now, "Don't play stupid now, Mother. I know god damn well it wasyou behind it the whole time. Where the hell did Jennifer get ...ourhundred dollars, and why would she spend that much to get me a dress.Jennifer hated me after that debate there's no way she would spend thatmuch on me, if she had it. She's my age though, we don't get that muchmoney. Use your head, I'm not an idiot!"He saw her mother resolve waver and he was thankful Jennifer justwatched. She decided to chime. One day again she asked & said she will call at night after bhaiya will sleep.i said ok.she called me at 11 in the night & we started talking,she also shared that as she got married at an early age so she never had ny bf in her life we started discussing & our topic converted into sex chat & everyday she shares about her fucking experience with bhaiya. Ou relationship became more stronger & she also admits that she likes me.One day i asked her that i have never seen the clut & want to see yours. Miss OH told me in her fascinating accent that she had managed to make it into this country on a tramp steamer out of Hong Kong by way of a steward with a liking for tight Asian pussy which she was more than happy to furnish in exchange for a shot at living in the land of plenty. Once she hooked up with an elder with contacts in Chinatown, she was sent to the laundry where she was able to perfect her grasp of English by forced total immersion in the foreign language simply by doing it and not. “Can you finish zipping me up?” She asked.“Sure.” My hand shook as I carried out her request. “Well what do you think?” She asked, turning to face me. I grinned. The bulge in my jeans should have told her exactly what I thought.“Nice!” I replied, trying not to drool.“Maybe I need to wear a bra though…” She suggested, running her fingers provocatively over her erect nipples. “What do you reckon?”A wave of jealousy overcame me.“Well I guess that depends on whether you want a bunch of blokes.