I could hear the radio playing. She was listening to jazz. It wasn’t that loud, just barely coming under the door. I knocked on the door lightly. I ...asn’t sure what was going to happen to me but I had to figure this out. “Hello, Mom?” I said through the door. I could hear some weeping. “What?” The faint voice said from behind the door. “It’s me mom. Can we talk for a minute?” “I don’t want to talk to you until your father comes home.” She spouted. “Please, Mom, can I come in?” I returned. I was. I let my saree drop many a times to let him view my beautiful round breasts through my jacket (blouse), I think he likes that feast, I acted as if I were doing it unknowingly. He used to stare at my body, my navel and breasts esp. when we were alone, and I used to not mind that. Once he intentionally/unintentionally pressed my breasts when he was trying to open the car window leaning over me, it felt very nice when he was touching my boobs and leaning over me. I could sense that smell of the. You: god thats amazing, not many girls can do that. I want to fuck you babyStranger: my pussy needs uYou: i need it, sit on it baby, nice and slowlyStranger: I'm trying to get it all inYou: fuck you're so tightYou: i hold onto your hips and push you downStranger: I feel every bit, fuckYou: i can feel your pussy juices on my ballsStranger: I slide up and downYou: hmmYou: slowlyYou: thats goodStranger: dripping as I moveStranger: u like thatYou: thats amazing babeYou: i hold onto your hips. I watched her face as she talked with her friends. She didn't exhibit a lot of animation in her expression or during her conversation. The word that came to mind was serene. She was calm, yet quick to show a soft, warm smile. Her eyes shifted to each of her friends as they talked, until finally forced to consult the menu and order. In my head I heard the lyrics to Roberta Flack's The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face. Now I understood what she meant. Now I knew what drew me to this.