‘Répondez s’il-vous-plaît.’ That was French, wasn’t it? She grabbed her car keys, trying to dredge up memories of a year of junior-high Fren...h class. Nothing seemed to be coming to mind. She wished she could just go back to bed–as she passed the clock in the tiny kitchen, she saw that it was well after midnight. But that phone call nagged at her. Instead, she walked out of the apartment, closing and locking the door behind her. The voice did seem somewhat familiar, Lila thought as she padded. It was during the summer internship time, my mom and bro planned to go to my native, Alleppey. And this was our golden chance. My dad works at the different place, kinda 150km away from home. So, it was just me at home and the first I did after confirming my mom’s ticket is to call her. I was damn sure she was on cloud 9.Well, the day came. I dropped my mom n bro at the station at 5 and picked Sara at 6.30-7. I was damn excited to see her and she was too, probably more than me. I could see her. Hicks, and he said they may move your games to State to accommodate the number of people interested in seeing you play.”“Surely he didn’t say it was just for me. Eve sang and the Washington boosters had a fundraiser.”“I’m afraid so,” she said.I didn’t get a chance to quiz Peggy any longer because the back door opened and Uncle John came in. Mom and Dad came down and we had coffee.“Shouldn’t we at least have a cinnamon roll?” I suggested.“You can wait until everyone gets here,” Mom scolded.It. While uncomfortable at first her needy body quickly adapted and she could feel a tightness building in her pelvis that heralded building arousal and release. She whimpered as she realised that she was about to come from anal – and while the thought was thrilling the idea that her body could derive actual physical bliss from something that she always saw as exclusively for the pleasure of a male partner made her flush with humiliation. She started moaning into her gag, her back arching as she.