I felt happy and readily agreed to stay with them .We managed to get a house for rent and we used to stay days went normal while i went to school and ...hey used to go to coaching centre.On one Sunday i have completed my classes early and went to room which turned my entire life.It was a pent house and there are few shops in ground floor no one else enters the first floor.When i was nearing the room i heard some moans from the room where i peeped in the room where i found my cousin friend was. Oh no!!! My plans are ruined!!As the night wore on, my parents finally decided to go to bed. Allevening I was thinking about the last time she came. Her words keptplaying in my mind "always with the pink." I was thinking about someadvice I got to just tell her and maybe even show her a pic. Maybe shewill understand? So I decided what the heck, and jumped in the shower,shaved my body, put on my favorite pink cheekinis, shorty shorts and awhite tank. I went back to my room and painted my. Pear shaped without a hint of fat, concealing an asshole that smiles at you when you take the effort to part those dainty cheeks!She is every bit and more sexy than what I have been able to describe…and if you horny guys ever get the fortune to meet her in person, do not forget to bang that hot ass…her hole is forever ready to welcome anything that resembles a strong penis and can shoot a manly load into it!!Coming to the story…We had connected sometime back, and after a few rounds of. Betty was anxious to get away from civilization. If the Appian Hollow Pumpkin Patch was indeed haunted, she simply had to find out. There was still some light in the sky on a brisk October day as Betty hurried to the entrance to the tiny hamlet of Appian Hollow, a suburb of sleepy Knollwood where she had grown up. As the attractive redhead briskly traversed the ornate cobblestone paths leading from her neighborhood, she contemplated what she was going to find at the pumpkin patch. Some sign.