So my dad had a transferable job and my childhood passed out of my hometown (kolkata). But after my high school we settled in my hometown. So my cousi... used to celebrate Saraswati puja every year and used to organize a function.As I was available this year, she invited me. My mother and I went there 3 days before the puja as it would be quite a vacation for me and my mom after so long time. My cousins had a big house, like really really big. It was of British time. Even though they were a joint. Unfortunately, my parents are in the house all day; now I really hate their philosophy of living, and that makes me feel additionally bad because I know how this home is otherwise good for me. This is Dirk’s sixth day at our place, time goes fast. Now I catch myself regretting it has to end in just a few days.My mom asks me about him; I feel I'm blushing hearing his name from her."Ummm, he's not that... bad." I think he's making some real progress. He was a bit rough when he came, but now he's. I was like “ beta tughe to naukri milney se rahi”. But I don’t know what happened to her she told the other guy to leave her alone with this candidate as she know me very well. I was happy then. Then she asked me various things I replied as required. But then came the question that what u were looking back there in the lobby, ‘ I knew what she was asking I said sorry mam it was just a mistake forgive me for it’.She was silent and then she said there in nothing wrong in looking a those things. .. no,” muttered the man.“Yeah so what if we partied. Wake the old girl up did we?” sneered the girl.“It was so beautif--” started Grace.“Hang on, it is, it fucking is. Jesus Christ!” exploded the man, in a broad South London accent. “You’re Grace Everley aren’t you?”Grace nodded and bit her lip. Oh shit! This is real scandal she thought. He dropped her arm and backed off, naked, hot, breathing garlic, his cock now dangling small under a six pack muscled belly against the heavyweight sac of his.