Behind the counter was a young Pakistani woman, our eyes met."Where's Mr Abbassi" I asked. "He's gone to visit family in Pakistan" "Are you his daught...r" "Yes" "I see" She smiled. She had large brown eyes-framed by charcoal makeup, she wore a tight black t-shirt, and she had thick glossy black hair that flowed down to her lower-back. My eyes wandered along the shelves of wine, as I was reading the back of a bottle she came from behind the counter and started rearranging items. "Do you get bored. As any other girl around twenty, she seems to spend most time on-line answering the daily tsunami of friend's requests. Surely they all hardly have an idea whom their thousands of friends are. Our Amber has here six 'packs' of those thousand 'stamps' each. We wonder whether she will write with five more of them, apart of me?Amber arrives on her shiny scooter, sporting a large smile. Her mouth is big and her lips are long, so that's a wide smile for a small girl. Self-confident in facial. Her young beautiful body was wet with her sweet sweat. Her breasts were maybe 34 B but they sat high with no sag at all. She looked like she was 16 but she was 22. Her nipples were pink, hard and stuck out so far they almost looked like they were fake. Yet he knew they weren’t. He took each one in his hands and pulled on them to make sure. Her body was small maybe 5’3” yet so dam compacted, maybe 110 pounds. Her hips were not large like a schoolgirls. They complimented her round beautiful full. How can you let your wife fuck someone else?Om: This is not the first time she is doing this. I know she married me for my money. Come on, in.Om and Madhu walked into the house. They both walked to Om’s bedroom and peered inside. They saw Isha humping Vijay’s dick both naked. Madhu was very angry watching her husband fucking someone else. Om stopped Madhu.Om: I know you are angry but don’t do anything foolish. I don’t know whether you have ever cheated on him or not. But I think you should wait.