He uttered “Oh Nisha! You fucking beauty, I cant believe my luck”His words went unnoticed as I was busy watching his crouch and the bug bulge Like...hungry dogs we hugged. touching, crushing, biting, licking every possible part of the body of each other.He stepped back and looked at me again and admired my body. Then I slowly removed my sexy dress to stand in only bikini. Again same thing happened. We hugged crashing onto each others body but this time, he literally threw me on bed. I screamed.He. It's a family business: my father, younger brother and me." That sounds rather fun." It is. We all get on very well and even see each other at weekends. My mother likes to have her boys about her." Is your brother married?" Very. Three children in three years but I think they may have stopped now." Have you got any children?" No, thank goodness. Don't get me wrong. I love children but I'd have hated for mine to have had divorced parents." Mm. It's no fun when they die young either. Dad was only. I had one dark blue tee shirts clean, so it made its way into the bag as well. I loved the red tee with the Henley collar so of course I had to carry it. I also loaded two gray sweatshirt colored tee shirts as well.I threw a couple of sweat shirts in, just in case there was a chilly day. I packed the Nylon parka in case of rain, and to cover the .38, should I need more protection than the box opener. I also put in three pairs of jeans. I didn't plan to go anywhere I couldn't wear jeans. Lastly. She was as tall as he, in her metallic grey sandals. Her hair flowed to shoulder blade length in blonde tresses of luxuriant thickness. Robert thought that she might look fantastic naked, at least from the rear view he had. She also had a perma-tan, typical of American women.During the ride to Soho, he found out that she did in fact come from California and was over here for a month, 'doing Europe'. So far she had spent three days in Paris and two in Amsterdam. Neither had inspired her too.