She was wearing blue chudidaar and sleeveless kameez. We went inside and she removed her duppata and soaked herself and sat on the chair. She said she...is not feeling well and also feeling cold so she will not teach today. She said that she was in the mid way when the rain started that’s why she couldn’t get back home and came here. I thought to leave but it was raining heavily so I decided to wait till it slows down so I also sat on the chair beside her.I was again staring at her and caught me. They would meet at a bar and have drinks and food, then would get back to our house and settle into drinking whisky and smoking weed before they started to play. In the beginning I would go out for the evening with friends, or to a movie, and leave them to it. When I got home they were heavily into the cards and apart from some cat-calls or other lewd remarks they ignored me. But I ran out of things to do and eventually stayed in on Friday nights.Bingo persuaded me to start smoking weed. I. She had no job and no education to get one. True to form, Wilma refused to help her and even wanted rent for her to live in her family home once again. She ended up being a permanent fixture at Garrett's much to his chagrin.Just because she was beholden to her brother, living in his home rent-free didn't dull Bea's tongue. She still was a bitch. She complained about everything daily. The apartment and bedroom were too small. She resented having to go to the cafe for breakfast and lunch and the. Some guys didn't like to eat pussy, but I loved it. You devoured a girl's snatch, then she would let you do the wildest shit to her. I bet my mom was the same way. There was a whore in her begging for someone to let her out.After a month of quarantine, her own son could do it.“Mmm, how's that?” she cooed, wiggling her ass like she was one of those THOTs on Instagram desperate for attention.“Gorgeous,” I said and flipped up her skirt. She gasped but didn't object. She wore those red panties that.