Here, I must describe her. She was around 5’4” in height, with a rustic curvy body with strong arms. But the fair complexion of her skin was surpr...sing for me, since before that I had never seen a woman working in households for a living so fair. She had boobs to die for. They were perfectly proportionate. The 32 C boobs were soft and firm (obviously I got to know later). She had a sweet round face with pink, juicy, full lips and deep dark eyes.She also had jet black long hair and a sexy voice. Saturday morning he came around and set up our laptop after which he got time in our spare room with me. Thank goodness he wasn’t a 5 minute wonder and I quite enjoyed it, although I didn’t tell David that.The rest of Saturday into the evening we explored sights with guys, and a few women, looking for Covid Relief, as they put it. We scrolled though and ***********ed a couple of guys that sounded ok. I had decided we would only “entertain” married guys so as not to have any problems afterwards.. But still decided to listen why she was crying. She was saying, “You know Sheetal, now a days, he (my father) and me often have conflicts and she gets angry on some little things. I don’t know why.” Tears were flowing through her eyes. Sheetal aunty was sitting besides her, brushing her hair, drying her tears, said, and “Don’t worry. Just sit together and spent sometime together, it will solve.” Mom, I will try it. Also, sometimes when I feel an urge to do sex he refuses or sometimes just. We found a bench among the huge neglected shrubs and sat down. We chatted about various nonsense about 30 minutes, I laughed coquettishly and made eyes for Sasha. But it was obvious that the lad was afraid of decisive action. At last in the middle of our conversation Sasha suddenly hugged me awkwardly with both arms and kissed my lips. It was seemed to me as if he was doing this if not for the first, but at most for the second time in his life. It was evident that he was shocked by this his.