Maybe she picked up the phone. Maybe she didn’t. My first thought was to ask. I started to type in the message – ‘Is that you Stephanie?’ Then...I realized that I couldn’t. She would have replied ‘Is someone else getting you hot?’ That was a bad path. I deleted the text and thanked my lucky stars. That single stupid text could have spelled the end of everything. I didn’t know who I was talking to. How could I find out without tipping my hand? ‘That would explain the big bulge in your pants.’. Gonna head to bed now, what time will you be along?" I'll be along after you stop texting Lucas from bed," Sophie replied."Valentine's Day was LAST week." Meh," Rachel shrugged. "We just like celebrating it, hehe!" Yes, on the other 364 days of the year as well," Sophie said with aplayful sigh. "Go on, I'll let you have the bathroom first." Sophiegrinned as her young friend giggled, before skipping off to thebathroom to get ready for bed. As she watched Rachel walk away, Sophiemused to herself. Like most Indians, they were very prude: I only got glimpses of two tasty teen slender sexy daughters.Lovely sexy stuff and very potent: a dose at needle-point is enough to send me off in erotic dreams.Long to find a farm somewhere sexy, without an pre-installed patriarch hierarchy and a place for me.Longing for fresh love, I decide to get back on the road till I find some sexy Paradise for my needs.I find my Paradise: six sexy sweethearts, six hundred coconut and banana trees, and a private. I hear the two lads, Tony and Stefan, come in and talk to the girls. I look up and see Stefan standing over Louise’s desk. She is leaning forward, which pushes her boobs together. The cleavage seems to go on forever, and I wonder if they will pop out of her tight top. Poor Stefan isn’t even making an attempt to look anywhere else, except the deep valley between her tits. He says something and she rocks back in her chair, laughing. Her boobs bounce as she does so, and I realise that Louise.