“You weren’t kidding, it’s green, all right. But it’s a beautiful car. What model is it?” “It’s an M5. And you’re right, it’s green....�� “I thought that all BMWs had three-digit model names, like ‘320’ or ‘530. My dad’s a real car nut, but I never heard of an ‘M5.’” “Most bimmers have those three-digit names, but this one is special. Hand made, in fact. Buckle up.” I drove to my house in Rosedale. At that time of day, it was about a twenty-minute drive. At least the route I took. I parked in the. I was awestruck at seeing her guts, I kissed her lips again, and ran my hand through her hair, feeling her breasts underneath.We drove home, Parvathy didn’t move a bit, even when we were passing through the city.As soon as we reached home, I pushed her inside and locked the door behind. I quickly removed her blouse and brassiere. Paru was wearing a red saree, her pallu fell down when I took away her blouse, making her stand there in the living room half naked. She bent down to take her pallu. Damien is mere inches away from her face. She looks down at the ground. Her body is shaking from pure fear. Abruptly he grabs her hair and pulls it back, causing her back to bend in the wrong direction and her legs to give out. She begins to fall. Damien lets her, but continues to hold onto her hair. Continues to yell at her. It is taking every inch of him not to get out of the car, march up the street, and shoot the man with the gun underneath his seat. He simply prays that it will be over. The most surprising, though, was Brit. He hadn't realized it until now, but she was starting to develop very nicely as well. Her breasts were still little more than bumps on her chest that pushed out the top of her swimsuit, but they gave her upper body a very pleasing shape. Her hips were starting to grow into a nice curve. Her shape reminded him of Crystal's, which he found attractive. In fact, when Jeff was honest with himself, he had to admit that in her swimsuit, Brit looked downright.