She was very friendly , personable and not easily discouraged. She had grown up in the area, knowing places and things most other agents probably woul...n’t. Her English was great and she was very patient with our French. You and she became friends very quickly, each learning from the other. It was kind of strange though, at 44, she’d never been married and wasn’t involved in a relationship that we knew of, not that she wasn’t attractive. She was beautiful and overly sexy in a very French way.. Again I started smoching wildly and passionately hugging her. She was jammed between me and the wall. She rolled her legs around my waist. The kitchen is filled with our huffings and puffings since we were kissing madly and into our own land of lust. I broke the kiss and tore her blouse and bra threw it somewhere. Oh my god… What sight… Her melons drove me crazy further. Without wasting any time I just dug my face right into her jucy melons… Licking, sniffing, suckking, bitting…. Did everything. They never had any money. She never had a serious romantic relationship, but she enjoyed sex with successful men who had money. The twenty-one year old had been enticing grown men in threesomes, with her best friend Adriana, since she was 14. I smiled at the next nugget of information. Her father. He was a businessman and real estate investor in Texas, happily married to a wife of 30 years, with four children. Wow. Little Miss Haley was born from an extramarital affair. He was also a local. Tum janti hona humra ek paribar hai. Tumhara ek pati hai ek bachha hai sab aise chhod dogi?”Mummy shant hoke dadaji ke chhati pe sir rakhi hui thi. Dadaji ne kaha, “Kanchan hum jante hai tum khus nahi ho us ghar ma. Lekin tohra dukh kam ho jayega. Hum hai na humka jab samay milega hum milenge tumse.” Mummy ne kaha, “Ab ketna din? Ghar ka log aane ke bad kaise miliyega.”Dadaji ne meri mummy se kaha, “Upar dekho humre taraf.” Mummy ne sir upar kiya aur dadaji ke aankh mein dekhne lagi. Dadaji ne.