"I will see you next week." Goodnight, daddy. I love you." I love you, too, pumpkin."The rest of our time was spent in doing the typical tourist thing.... We saw all the sights, everything from Windsor Palace and Westminster Abbey to day trips to see stuff like Stonehenge and Hadrian's Wall. It was probably the best summer I had in my entire childhood. The night before we were to go back to the United States was spent in packing. I was just about finished when Eoin came into my room with a couple. I remember her friend asking her how she wonders what the pedicure people think when they get someone who’s feet smell. After that I heard footsteps coming from behind me and then a voice say “I don’t know. Maybe it would be something a little like this?” At that point I turned around to see what must have been just over a meter away from me, a bare foot waving in my direction. Her feet of course smelled which I could not believe as they were still not particularly close. I immediately looked. It all started in 2012 when I went to London to study for 2 years and work as well, little did I know about the city and the culture. After few months I was traveling in London tube when I noticed girl sitting right next to me I got of my headphones(was listening to music while traveling) immediately and sat calmly and noticed her, she was talking on the phone to her parents when I realized that she is from Delhi also, I got curious thinking in my mind how to spend more time with her as she was. My little brother had a slender build, glasses on his boyish face. He had a cock almost as big as Daddy and Faizel, still wet and glistening with Kimmy’s juices.“You ready to get this started?” Faizel asked.“YES!” boomed the boys, their raging, teenage hormones needing to explode all over our bodies.“You ready to watch this slut get spit-roasted by her brothers?” Faizel demanded, his fingers curling inside my cunt, making me groan in delight.“YES!”“Get down on your hands and knees, whore,”.