“So, maybe I can have some more of that big dick of yours,” she said, looking up at him.“Only if you’re lucky,” he replied with a grin.“I ...ope I’m lucky,” she responded.They had breakfast. While they ate and chatted, he admired the slut that sat across from him. She saw him trying to look at her tits, which were partially obscured by the table. She was sitting comfortably, slouching slightly, and with the plate and water glass in front of it, Carole’s tits were not in full view. “I’m. I usually wear chudidar and occasionally saree. I haven’t had the freedom to wear the modern dresses, though I have yearned for it a few times. I am a normal female with all emotions and now think i am quite old and feel the need to get married soon, one reason also being the strong sexual desire. Normally when my married friends do talk about their sex life, feel am missing out on something. Being in group family I have been habituated to cover myself all the time properly and wouldn’t get. ...It was six years later when something happened. I was 16 and she was 17. So we were much more mature. We haven't seen each other for 6 years because my family moved to Spain and we finally came back to America. We were happy to see each other. We hung out for couple days but then one day our family had this party and after the party everyone was leaving but i decided to sleep over my cousins house. After everyone went to sleep we stayed up and we went to that same closet and we just chilled. “What?Uh.........Hmmmm?” He stammered, looking down and shuffling his feet in the puddle beneath his soaked shoes. “I’m not stupid. I know when I’m being followed,” she asserted. “Why are you following me? Are you some sort of stalker?” For once in his life, he was speechless. How much did she know? He looked intently at her face, then quickly away. What he saw, emblazoned across her furrow, was a look of knowing—she was on to him, and he was caught without recourse. “Are you?!” she.