You've always said I wasn’t all that good looking before," she reminds him."That was when I was preconditioned not to look at you that way," he expl...ins. "Now I find you attractive no matter what." So you're saying I'm not really attractive," she takes his statement the wrong way."You've always been cute, now I think you're hot as hell," he informs her."You're only saying that because you get to fuck me," she does not believe him."So?" he does not apologize. "I get horny just looking at you. Is. She is short, maybe just over 5, amazing boobs and ass, always dressed in salwar with a dhupatta. I was never able to peek at her cleavage.When I was in 9th, she was around 24 got married and soon her husband got posted to USA. Few days before they could leave, they lived in my house.The first incident took place a day before they left. My parents were out, her husband (lets call him K) was watching TV in the living room, Soumya was packing in my parents room while I sat on the bed in pretext. What’s that fucking noise?” There was a loud banging. The servant answered it and then seconds later the sergeant was standing in the bedroom looking at his commander and his commander’s bint.“Sorry sor, I can see your busy, but there is an incident.”“Must be serious if you can’t handle it”“It’s a member of the royal family sor” for some reason, when he got excited, the sergeant’s accent came out harder.“Who the fuck?”“Melanie, daughter of The King’s brother sor. Princess Melanie?”“No, I think. May I present-- " he turned dramatically to his left and extended an arm toward the adjoining room-- "Miss Dessert of 1975!"Angie was captivated and mystified by what Bailey might be planning, but she giggled along with the rest of the guests as all looked expectantly towards the French doors that opened slowly. Into the room, moving with the regal majesty of a queen, came a beautifully made-up young woman that Angie recognized at once as Sharon Moore, the starlet.Sharon's thick red hair hung.