There was little love between them, and soon after I was born, my father had left my mother and me for another woman. As a result, I have no memory of...my father whatsoever. Because my mother was very young when she married, ( seventeen ) and I was born only a yearafter, we had very little prospects for a good life in India. We were quite lucky in the fact that my Mamu Yusuf, had already migrated to Australia some years before. It was at his insistence that we decided to come to Sydney. My mamu. Tab mein 19saal ka tha apna BA chal raha tha phupu ke bare me bol deta hun koi utna sundar nhi ki mein unki tariff karu bohat poor family se belong karte hai or 3yr se unka husband ka death ho chukka tha to kuch kam se ow hamare ghar aye the us din ghar mein mein or meri maa or phupu hi the.Rat ko khana khaye or sab sone lage or mein rat ko der rat tak tv dekta hun der rat ko hamre cable me bf chodta hai or phupu bhi tv bale room me ake so gaye maa or ek room me sogaye maa ko tv se pareshni. The bedroom door was closed as was typical of her. So I kept walking. And stopped dead in my tracks.Shannon was stretched out on the twin bed, her shorts and lace panties down past her hips, and had her fingers down between her legs.She was using one hand caressing her pubic hair, and the other hand she had between her legs. I literally stood in the doorway as she gently slid her fingers inside her pussy. She gasped. Pulled them out, and slid them in again. And if that wasn't the hottest. See you tomorrow then’ And he hung up before she had a chance to change her mind. ———————————— Rosalie hung up, her hand shaking. She was meeting him tomorrow. Despite how nervous he made her feel, she was excited. Jen was always telling her to take a chance, and here she was. Having lunch with a guy she barely knew! Knowing that Jen was probably dying from the wait, she opened the door to let her back into the kitchen. She had standing by the door with her ear pressed up against it, and fell.