"They've adopted half of Africa or something." Angelina Jolie?" I was suddenly reminded of Shelly's lovely feet."Nobody else has to know about me," sh... continued. "It'll be our little secret." It's not so little," I sighed, mostly to myself."Not with me around!" Shelly agreed, giggling like a nymph as she reached for my cock.Jesus! I loved her laugh. And the way she tossed her black hair from one shoulder to the other, carelessly, effortlessly, as if she'd been a real live girl her whole life.. But her mind was thinking of this as wrong and was taken aback. The gravity of the situation hit her in a couple of minutes. In less than 5 minutes, Sanjana came back in tears back to the car. Linga was shocked and was very concerned. He disconnected his friends call and asked what the problem was. She quickly came in into the car and sat (in the navigator seat) and asked Linga to take the car for a drive all the while crying. Linga felt that it would be better if he listened to her and started. That was enough to get that settled. When we got back home, her roommate was using the basement, the room that she uses for just about everything, including me, so we tried to lay low in the living room until she came back up. Terrible idea. We just couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. She teased me about being an exhibitionist and went so far as to bet that I wouldn’t be able to make it to the basement before ravaging her. With talk like that, I was amazed to find her wrong. Before. She had the perfect hip-to-waist ration, which was prominently visible whenever she would wear jeans and pajamas.Her butts were shapely and curvy with perkiest tits. Watching her swaying hips while climbing staircases was a delight for everyone in the building.One day, I was waiting at a bus stop. The lady came and we saw each other and started talking. Her name was Halima and she had moved in from Ghaziabad for a new job. I told her that if she needs any help, she should feel free to ask me..