. and it turned me on. He knew exactly who I was, and despite not liking him, he knew what made my pussy heat up... even if I was afraid to see it. I ...tumbled as I stood up on my seat and turned around... I looked back and saw him watching intently with his cock in hand as I slowly lowered my bottoms until they rested on my upper thigh. I leaned forward to brace myself, and I felt him tug the bottoms the rest of the way down. I playfully said "you're such an asshole" as I felt his hand rubbing. His guy had been sending me messages, bugging me, sending me hot pics of himself. He was so hot, so one day I "Caved" in and agreed to hook up with him in a nearby hotel. He offered me to pay for the room and the sex, so I was a happy gurl :DHe instructed me to doll up like a emo, so I did. Black makeup and lipstick, light foundation, nosering and hooops in my ears. My black superstraight hair was all shiny with a pink hairband and a pink rose. I put on a black, offshoulder top and a red bra. It would have meant implicating Margaret, and even though I despised her for her betrayal, something deep inside me sensed it would be very wrong to use her as an alibi. I thought of Lady H. Did she deserve the scandal? Did Margaret deserve the destruction of everything she held dear, just to help me out? Would she even admit it, or deny everything and accuse me of vile perjury? The only thing I was fairly sure of was that she hadn't set the Police on us after all.One day when the trial was. Main auto se mom ko ghar lane gaya wo sari pahni thi aur sundar lag rahi thi main uss dekha kar purane khayalo main kho gaya jab pahli baar gaand dekha tha goan main chhat par se subah subah jab wo sandas ke liye aai thi aur uski badi gori gaand mere samne thi aur wo sari kamar se upper tak thi. Aur jab jhuk kar lote se gaand ho rahi thi utna hi dekh kar maine muthh marliya wahi. Magara b sapna sach karne ka sunahra mauka aagay tha. Maine do room ka ghar liya tha jo indivisual ghar tha. Mom ka.