Actually, my dad was an Indian who fell in love with a British girl(my mom) while studying in Ireland. They then married and had two kids, my sister, ...iana, and me. My sister is 2 years older than me.When I was just two years old, my parents died in a car crash while returning from a wedding in Dublin. Both my sister and I escaped with just minor injuries. Since we didn’t have any close Indian relatives as my dad’s family did not want to accept a white girl into their household, my parents had. The kid blushed, mumbling a "hi" in return.Her anxiety lessened as she realized that she was in control. The kid looked sheepish and embarrassed, his brown eyes were nearly hiding behind a thick brown forelock. He was a skinny boy in jeans and running shoes. His shirt was stuffed in his back pocket.She stroked his tanned chest, grinning at him, and he started to shake, as if he might faint. She licked her lips."Come on, let's go for a walk," she said."Sure," the boy mumbled. "I mean, all right,. “What is it, Deb? Are you okay?” Sheri asked, as she took a drink from her beer. It took me a second to respond. "Yeah, everything’s cool. I was just thinking of how excited we made the guys tonight,” I lied. “Oh, that was so much fun. I could see Joey’s boner through his shorts,” she laughed. “Oh my God, I know. And I saw Brandon trying to adjust himself. It was so hot!” I said, as I took a swig of my beer. We sat around laughing and joking about the guys and how excited we had gotten them.. One or two of them wanted me to be more exclusive, but I didn't want to limit myself, and they either gave in or went away.'"You must have been a real charmer, Steve, ' Sara said. "Fuck 'em and leave 'em if they don't like it as often as you want.' She hugged him as she said it to cushion the effect of her words."In a way, you're right, Sara. But, I learned pretty quick that you've got to like a person to have good sex with them, and you've got to treat them right if you want to keep on. It.