The canned blueberries had all sunk to the bottom of the bowl, nothing a spoon couldn’t correct, easy enough. She kept wanting to call it the ‘ice...box.’ Her new way of life was harder than she thought. Fancy names for fancy ice boxes… After two weeks, Eliza considered the kitchen her domain and Bethany Rose was now getting on her nerves with her new fancy ways… forgetting where she’d come from… trying to be the man’s wife inside the house, telling her what to do, like she didn’t know how to. Then my father got a job in Hyderabad, and I shifted here,I lost all the contact with her. Then recently, she contacted me on FB, said she missed me a lot and then invited me to her house. I too missed her, so I eagerly accepted her invitation. And that’s where the real sex story starts… After going through full 24 hours journey, I reached my birth city. She came to receive me on the bus stand. While on our way to her house, she was acting weirdly, like always trying to touch me, and be near. NancyI looked over at the woman standing there, and except for the silver skin and hair, she was quite beautiful. She was wearing a body suit that hugged an athletic frame that was to die for. Her small breasts were about a B-cup, but could be larger because the outfit was so tight."Thank you, you are quite lovely, too," Nadil said."What! I didn't say that," I said in shock.'No, but we can 'read' your surface thoughts. As I said, you are quite lovely, as well. Now to tell you what is going to. Her tongue timidly worked on the head as if she were not sure if she was doing it right. I responded to this by saying, “Oh Kelly that feels is soooooo gooood” hoping to encourage her to keep working at it. Next she removed the head from her lips and approached it with the tip of her tongue. Taking the tip of her tongue she ran it around just the ridge of my cock head. This was more than I could take and pulled her head away from my penis. I bent forward and kissed her on the lips and said, “If.