That, was my sister. We were close and we had always got along well because we were the same age, but she wasn't actually related to me because she wa... adopted at birth from my mom's best friend in Sweden, who had sadly passed away with her husband in a car crash. Chantelle had come to us at around the same time I'd just been born, so it wasn't convenient for my mom to take her back then, but she would've done anything for her friend - even adopt her daughter.By 16, Chantelle was actually given. Your life insurance policy covers accidental death, so there will be enough money for them to live on until your children graduate. You wife will remarry. Life will go on, even for you. You may settle your libido down, and maybe you won't. I must leave now."Then she was gone. No POOF! No smoke. Just there...well, almost there, then nothing.I took the day off from work. I watched my kids go off the school, and my wife leave for the store. I went upstairs, eventually finding my backups from those. ”“Yes, you will be with me, and I will be with you,” I assured her. “Everyone will respect that, and if they don’t, you tell them where to go. They may be men, but they don’t own you just because you agreed to dance with them.”She looked at me, and understood my meaning. Men had all too often forced her because they exercised power over her. I was telling her no one, not even me, had power over her.She smiled, hugged me, and kissed me carefully, so as not to mess up her lipstick.The evening. Her 36 size hips allow her to be irresistible for predators in public who can’t stop admiring her booty.Her steep arched eyebrow, flirty curved eyelashes, and downturned eyes make her the perfect blend of a stunning punjaban seductress with jaw-dropping beauty traits.Brought up by a traditional Punjabi family, western clothes never fancied her attention. Today in the evening, Simmi is standing in front of a dressing mirror admiring herself.She is dressed up in a red semi-transparent chiffon.