But father had other plans.On her birthday she dressed like an angel. Like a new bride she put mehindi, long hair. There are no relatives, friends exc...ept for the five fuckers. Before starting the party uncles presented their gifts to mom and surprised to see that She wore her saree well below the navel such that one can see a little bit of her pubic hair. Even though she wore saree her cleavages are wide open and they saw a lip mark tattoo on her left boob. Each men had experience of doing sex. Like I said any problems, let me know, you have my number, you know where I live, just come and bang on the door if you want; apartment A120.”“Ah, that sounds like one of our glorious studio apartments. I’m in one too,” she shook her head cynically, “lovely aren’t they?”“They do leave something to be desired, but they meet my needs.”“That number is first floor, mine is on the second of building B, at least I have real windows,” she laughed, “not that there’s much to see.”“Good point,” he was. ‘I can’t keep this up babe, I’m gunna come,’ he moaned. ‘No Zac, a few more minutes, please, please don’t stop just yet.’ ‘I’m trying so hard Lil, I’m holding myself back, but I don’t think I can last much longer,’ he said as he pushed himself into me hard. That was it, I was about to come, I could feel it building up. ‘Not long now baby, please, a few more…come with me baby, come with me now,’ I cried as I felt myself explode. Moisture ran down my legs, Zac thrust once more and I felt his. Your emotions aren't girlish, like Jenny's or Peggy's. They're not even womanly, like Mom's. If I didn't know you, couldn't see you, and connected with you for the first time, I'd think you were a hundred years old, not seventeen. Your emotional reactions seem to imply that you've already experienced whatever caused the reaction, and then you proceed to handle the emotional situation with ease. Not that you don't feel passionately about everything. You do, but... ah, I know the word I want to.