“What? What are you talking about? How the fuck did you get in my house?” the man asked.“I’m sorry sir. We ran out of gas and my girlfriend wa...s sick and needed help. I tried knocking, but no one answered. I had to break your window, but I promise I’ll pay for it. Can you please just help us?”“God damn it. Lacey, I’ll be right back. I’m going to go see what this asshole did to my window,” the man told the blonde.The man pushed past me, exiting the room, and headed down the stairs. He either had. .. um ... if you’d like to know what it’s like ... um ... you know?” Martin was slightly shaking. He did not even notice, that the bomb had not gone off.Jenny was equally nervous. She was not revolted by his proposal. Although she knew, that you normally did not do such things with your brother, she was considering it. Martin was a boy of whom she was sure that she could trust, maybe the only one.“How would we do that?” she asked, “You showing me how to kiss properly, I mean.”Martin had to sit. I started going to her regularly and she taught me in her house tooo …. Her house was 2bhk and was well organized…. As the days passed by …. I was getting closer to her…. Once she went in to prepare coffee for both of us when I was studying .i went behind her to take break and was standing right behind her …. She turned behind to take something and we crashed and her round and perfect boobs smashed my hands …. I said sorry and she continued behaving normally as though nothing had happened…..she. Mary was a regular visitor to my business. She was an attractive English blond with a sexy persona who always wore high heels that accentuated her good size 12 body and well shaped arse. She spoke with a rough English accent and always gave the impression of having an all over sun tan.One day she came in wearing a very tight pair of leather slacks, which highlighted her legs and arse and really caught my attention.“Do you lead a double life?” she smiled. “You match the deion of a lover one of.