The girl finished her conversation with the front desk clerk quickly, and we locked eyes.“Hi! I’m Leia Baker. You are?” she asked, and I tried s... hard not to admire her gorgeous slender body while my eyes fought against my brain.“I’m Cole Campbell.” I smiled back. The front desk clerk jerked to attention.“Ah, Mr. Campbell! I’m sure Miss Baker will be around later, but Mrs. Adams told me to bring you to her immediately.” the clerk said, and I nodded.“Maybe I’ll see you later?” I offered as a. My father is working in Dubai. He only comes once in three year. My mom’s name is Fathima aged 35 and very conservative. Because we are Muslim’s. My sister Mushrifa is studying in plus two.I had 4 very good friend’s named Shibin, Johnny, Simon, Sinil. They had full freedom even in our house because mom thought they were good & neat boy’s. We had a very bad habit that when we go for shopping we will stole something from that shop. One day we went to a big textile shop in the city for buying a. Since we weren't well off enough to own acomputer the Edens let me use theirs to type out papers for school andlook on the internet and do other research and leisure stuff. Well, my parents past away in a car crash and since I had noliving relatives, the Edens took me in. They gave me a room, but werevery strict. I had an early curfew and I was made to cut down on afterschool stuff. After I had been living with them for about a year Mrs. Eden,Barbara or Babs, as everyone called her, slipped. Suddenly she stiffened and arched her back, moaning with her release. Long seconds passed and she didn't move, except for the involuntary twitches of her hips. Her ragged breathing slowed as her hips continued pressing small circles against me, drenching my thigh. I held her tightly as the orgasm slowly passed and she slumped onto me, caressing my breast with one hand. Her head was close to my neck and she kissed me there, a small kiss of what I hoped was joy or happiness. Her breath caught in.