She'd been a gift from my parents for my sixth birthday, an unlikely little black terrier-poodle cross, who was my indispensable best friend through a... often difficult childhood. I'd named her "Samantha," which immediately earned me hoots of derision from my older brother. "I'm not going onto the porch and yelling 'Here, Samantha!'" he sneered. So the dog was called Sammy.Sammy was standing on tile flooring, white with gold flecks, poorly laid over an uneven concrete floor. I recognized the. "Thank you, Jack." You're welcome, I guess. What for?" Well, for not helping to spread gossip for one thing. But the big thing is for not trying to be modest or anything when I read my essay." Well, I figured you really put yourself out there. If you were willing to bare your soul, I could just accept it in the spirit it was written. But you know people are going to be awful curious about how you got hurt." Well, let them be. I'm sure it will come out sooner or later. There will probably be. She went to her room and changed her dress.After changed her saree she smiled at me and she was in shy. I also smiled finally my plan was worked out and felt very happy and share this things with my friends. My mom always liked Compliments. So day by day I started to give compliments on her food and helped her in kitchen. Slowly I started to give compliments on her dresses. She also accepted my compliments and changed her way of dressing.I started to give comments on her body structure one day. 'Keeping one finger inside, she gently uses her thumb to massage your clit. Just before you think you’re going to cum, she stops, smiles and kisses you gently on your neck.“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves,” she whispers.You decide it’s time to check out those tits you’ve been wondering about, so you slowly pull her blouse up a little, and she doesn’t resist. In fact, she helps pull it all the way overhead revealing a beautiful pair of breasts cupped inside a lacy bra. You kiss her.