Rishab bachpan se meri bagal wali flat mai rehta hai. Hum saath mai khelte bhi the .Kabhi kaabhi hum ek dusre ke ghar mai hi so jate the .Uski mom ko ...ai bahot pasand hu aur hamari families bahot ache friends hai . Ek chiz ki rishab bachpan se bahot hot aur gora hai aur uske saath rehna bahot pasand hai mujhe. Ek din mere mom dad ko kisi party mai jana tha . Kismaat toh dekho rishab ke parents ko bhi wahin jana tha. Woh cocktail party thi aur hamare ghar se 2 hours durr tha party ka hall .. And not just because of my age. I was the only waitress, the only one in uniform, the only one in a thin cheap school shirt that didn’t really conceal the plain white bra beneath.So yes, I stood out and was getting plenty of attention. Looks. Stares, even.And I didn’t mind.I liked it.I’d had a bit of a crush on Brenda for a while. She was way too old to notice me, though she was still dark-haired and neat and tidy, and she had that headmistress type of strict bossiness that drew me.And because. She was dressed lazily in a sweats and t-shirt. Her hair was up in ponytail and clipped out of her face. One nipple tented the t-shirt’s faded Pepsi logo.“Well, we don’t really want to be busting in on your dad and mom, you know?” Curtis walked through David to follow the redhead to her room.“I met her mom,” David mentioned, “I was girled up. She seemed nice. Distracted.”“Yeah, whenever we move, dad and mom spend a few months with a really crazy workload,” Kristi scrunched her face, “I just. “Put your hands on your hips bitch, and stick those legs out straight.” Samantha straightened her legs immediately, propping herself up with her hands beneath her hips, her gorgeous heavy tits bouncing each side of her chin. Once Anita had fixed her with her legs divided by the spreader bar, the leather restraints fastened around her ankles to keep her exposed and her shaved plump pussy on display, the girl looked so obscene it was almost untrue. “Oh God,” I groaned as I started to stroke at.