He had brown hair and glasses. He'd cook when he came home from work. He wore an apron over his suit. He taught me how to chop vegetables safely. 'No ...ingers in our soup' he'd laugh. I could just remember his voice. I couldn't remember my mother at all any more except that she had black hair, like Mokuba."Kaiba-san?" Honda-sama's voice was distant. "Kaiba?"I snapped out of my memory suddenly and realized that my face was wet. Then I was sobbing. I had no idea why. My parents had been dead for a. She said that if her husband or in-laws would come to know about this accident then they will not let her ride a scooter.So, I told her, no problem, I will get your scooter fixed right now. I took out some hardware from my car and did the little repair of the scooter’s dumps and bumps. It was looking nice now. The mudguard was needing pressure.So I told her that we need very hot water to pour on the mudguard so that we can bend it again to normal. We went to a nearby restaurant and ordered. Inhaling his scent and savouring it "I love the smell of a hardworking man, let's have some fun". She grabbed the sides of his briefs and pulled them to be greeted by his member, now it was her turn to ogle at him and his assets. Whilst certainly not the longest he made up for it with a very impressive girth, and to complete the set two large eggs lay underneath his member. "Well, Well, you've got nothing to be ashamed of" she said licking her lips. She pulled his underwear off and threw them. “Are your parent’s home?” I asked, hoping she would say no. “Yeah, they are”, she said, sighing. “Great”, I said, sarcastically. We walked to her room and she helped me with my bags, I always take lots of clothes and things with me wherever I go. We put the bags on her bed and walked back out to the kitchen. She handed me a can of coke and giggled, “So how has your day been?” she asked, putting her hair behind her shoulders. “Honestly” I said, “It’s been really, really boring”. “Ha! She said,.