There was not much sentiment for giving up their “lives, liberty or sacred honor” that summer and I doubted it was little more than words on paper...if the truth be known by one and all.After the Long Island journey, we moved down to the East River and boarded a small sloop for a quick sail out to Staten Island.The place was still virtually undeveloped and it was considered a dismal counterpoint to the excitement of a civilized city like the one on Manhattan Island and even the more developed. Coming to the story ye story mere or meri cousin sister k bich me hue woh meri dur k ristedari k behan ki ladki h uska naam sangeeta h woh 17 year old h or thodi sawli colour ki hBut uski ek khash bat h woh ek dum item ki tarah dikhti h 26-28-30 figure, main kafi bad apni behan k ghar gaya tha or sab se mila meri behan k 2 boys or ek ladki h woh sab study karte h Waha pahucha toh sab se mila fir didi ne fresh hone ka bola main sangeeta k room me gaya or refresh hue fir hum sab ne lunch kiyaAise. From now on, and you better call me daddy bitch, you understand. Me,ok. Juan,ok what? Me,i understand daddy. Juan,good bitch. I walked over to the door and saw Juans dad was outside of his room. I tried to close the door. Juan,what are you doing, get out there. Me,your dads outside. Juan,i dont care bitch. He pushed me outside of his room naked, and spanked me really hard on my way out. I was left standing naked in the hallway, with my face covered in drying spit, mucus on my nose, and tears. I sat closer to her this time and put my hand on her thigh, she blushed. I started rubbing her thigh and moved in to kiss her soft juicy looking lips, we started snogging. She whispered in my ear I am a very dirty girl. I asked her her number and we called it a day. The following morning she texted me saying I have good news, she said my husband is going to new New York for a business trip, I'm going to drive him to the airport then meet you at Starbucks to go back to mine. I said can't wait..