She feels that since her father died you have treated her as if she might be breakable. This has been magnified by the way you have treated her since ...he told you that she had been asked to the Prom."I started to say something, but Laura shushed me. She actually shushed ME!Oh, pity the bitch! I tell you, pity her! With her wicked fucking smile and all!"Easy, Sir. Kill me later, listen now. Ever since you and I talked that night, and you accepted the role of "Father" figure for both her and Amy,. Next morning(sunday) Anjali: tarak uthiye subah ho gyi hai..Tarak: anjali sone do na, aaj ka din to milta hai aram k liye. Waise bhi main bhut thak chuka hun rat ka.Anjali(in mood): acha ji.. Abhi btati hun..Anjali tarak ki lower utar deti hai aur lund choosne lag jati hai tarak ko uthane k liye.Odhar jetha lal bhi so rha hota hai. To daya aati hai aur bolti hai..Daya: meri jaan uth jayiye..(bcz tappu n jetha’s father arent home)Jetha: sone de na daya, aaj babu ji ne nhi jgaya to tu mujhe tang. There were no buttons at the back of her top, so I eased it off over her head. Abigail reached her arms up to help me and I watched as her breasts raised with the shirt and then bounced down after being set free. She had no tan lines on her gold-tinged skin and I immediately reached out to take both of her nipples in my hands. “Suck them,” she whispered, her voice sounded like it had dropped an octave as the heat rose. “I’ve always wanted to feel you suck them.” Her wish got no push back from. The word F was all over the place in her surroundings and she thought it was standing so proud and aroused so thick.She needed to get back to her firm all she sees is the fuck word but it turned out to be another change rock hit her face. Did she imagine all this no yummy way? She had to sit down she was so bewitching spell wet contain herself she saw the word and it crept inside her blood it said you fit the face perfectly.She arched her brow she was shocked.The word came close to her Face.