So talking about my tutor, he was 25 years old and the son of my mom’s friend. He was a really good-looking guy, tall and dusky with a chiseled phys...que, all bearded and doing his MBA. My mom is working and my dad stays out of Delhi so it often happened that whenever Aman, my teacher, came to teach me accounts, I was alone at home. He was pretty decent and generally stuck to the studies.We would take a break for 5-10 mins and discuss other general things but that was the only conversations we. I gulped hard and grabbed my purse, my phone, my keys and my vape stuff. Was I doing this? Really? ... yeah I was. I locked the door behind me and was on my way.As I walked closer to the coffee shop I saw who I was hoping ... HOPING was Brent through the window. He was about 6’2”. Holy shit. Silvery grey hair. A pair of rimless glasses. Collared shirt. A tie. Wow. Just ... wow. He looked up and saw me approaching and smiled. It was Brent. Alone at a table.I walked up to him and smiled, holding. And she was very pleased when I pulled out my camera to capture Mom in action too.But Mom was great; making every man she herself blew promise that he wouldn’t leave before he’d royally fucked Angie’s throat too. And Angie always knew which guys her Mom had blown, both because of the distinctive deep red lipstick her mom left on these guys underwear, which was darker than Angie’s bright red, and by the way these guys truly went out of their way to ram their bones as far and as forcefully down. He then applied color all over my thighs. My sis sat up. He asked her to come near us. She did as told. He made her sit on his lap. His hands were all over inside her tshirt. I could feel his hands pressing her breasts. She closed her eyes letting him do what he pleased.My sis was a grown up now. I looked in horror as he removed her t shirt from her body. She had a stunning figure. Her boobs were big. He slowly unclasped her bra hook from behind and pushed it aside. I have never seen my sister.