K’s daughter. She has her story on here and thought I might tell you one of my adventures. You might know that I am sharing my mother's husband with...her. Those details are in her stories. This will be more about my adventures leading up to fucking daddy. This is how I became a slut just like my mother.Before my accident, I became a bigger slut than my mother. I knew about sex from school. I learned about sex watching my mother. I had seen her sucking and fucking most of my life from an early. And thanks to the dear god that he nodded a yes to my desires and there landed a fucking sex bomb in the next flat. This is when things got interesting. It was one fine Sunday morning that my doorbell rang and I opened the door with my sleepy, still half-closed eyes when I saw her standing there. Right there, in front of me in a fucking green lehenga choli. Don’t look at her navel, damn it!Her waist might have gotten a little bit folded, but don’t look at it. (Don’t ask me how I know that her. I'm in some sort of trouble." Why? What made you talk to him like that?" I don't know. You know how I am with my mouth. And I didn't feel good and I was in a pissy mood, and they ... do you know what happened?" I heard the intern's version of the story, so I know that much. What I need is to hear your side. Did they do anything wrong, anything to make you upset?" Not really, they just kept insisting on that treadmill test. But I starting to feel kinda sick and I mouthed off, and totally shocked. I dare you!” “Damn it, Annie, you’re dreadful.” But you slide out of your seat and head off down the aisle towards the toilet, taking your bag with you. A few minutes pass, and you’re back. Mmmm, nice. Without your bra, your large breasts seem almost out of control inside your tight blouse. They swing loosely as you edge back into your seat, and between the buttons I can see glimpses of the pale skin of your chest. I lean over and gently knead your breast through the cotton top, the flesh.