It was not my finest hour. That mistake bothered me more than I admitted, even to myself.I was sipping my coffee with the crumbs from my biscuit still...on my lap. Allison kept looking at those crumbs. I finally opened the door and slipped out as carefully as possible. I brushed away the remaining crumbs which gravity had missed.“I don’t think I got any crumbs on your seat,” I suggested thinking that we would bring my car from now on.“That wasn’t what I was looking at,” Alison replied.“Alison. We finished the first joint and I lit up another, she was a bit giggly and told me she smoked with her Mum but her Dad didn’t know, I tried to make conversation as we smoked to try to take my mind off the quite visible hard on that had developed and although I could see her looking at it she didn’t mention it.“I love these gardens” she said, “they are real sun traps” and I had to agree with her, “Mum got mad with me wanting to sun bathe in my undies” she said not knowing that I had seen her. I knelt in front of her and washed her legs, paying special attention to her inner thighs. She stood, legs apart, allowing my fingers to brush against her labia. I felt the shower gel being squirted over my back and she leaned down and washed me. I put my face to her beautiful soft bush and kissed it as she washed me. She washed my hair and swilled off the lather with the shower head. I stood up and put some shampoo on her hair. She closed her eyes and let me wash her hair, the suds flowing. We both became best friends later on.Since Suja was not a resident of Chennai, I was not able to visit her frequently. So I asked her why don’t you come to Chennai and stay with your sister. When I told Suja about this, she said, “Yes, I am planning to stay with my sister.”I became happy and was flying in my mind.Suja came to her sister’s house within a month. I went to her sister’s house for the first time. I was like stunned to see Suja’s sister because Suja was more traditional. But her.