”“Cassandra, I don’t think we’re being cheated.”“You’re probably right, but how would we know without looking at every single expense? M...re importantly, neither of us has the time nor the inclination to arrange for getting the cars in for maintenance, coordinating with the cable people, routine house maintenance and all that other stuff. Two weeks ago I was stuck here most of the morning waiting for a plumber and before that you had to take time off to get bids from roofing contractors.”They. One of them stroked her down the belly, thengently brushed her ass with a hand. Soon the girl was breathingfaster, smiling. She pressed with both hands on the bone aboveher vagina, pulling and pushing to stretch and rub the folds ofskin around her clit against one another. She never touched herclit, yet in a few moments her eyes opened wide and her vaginaand anus gave a huge squeeze and kept pumping. Her face lookedlike a baby who had suckled to contentment as one of the ladieshugged her. . She stepped back and nodded insatisfaction."Turn around Frankie," she commanded. He did and when his back wasturned, she stepped forward to toy with the ribbons on the lavender bow,a bow that trailed down over the rows of lace at the waist and flutteredjust above the curve of his behind. "Now walk around for me. Oh, do standup straight dear. Pull your shoulders back. You want to accentuate yourprofile. I do hate it when a girl slouches. Smile darling. Isn't thisjust what you wanted. Pretty. Runadi was my dad’s niece, just twenty years old and had got married a few months ago. She was big breasted like mom and had a nice tight ass. The blouse she was wearing was a revealing one that barely held her big tits. She was wearing her saree below her navel that showed her stomach. I wondered if I was going to witness some action that night.Dad came home in the evening. I was in my room studying. Runadi was in the kitchen. I heard dad speaking to her in the kitchen downstairs and then I.