It was all like a dream really looking back, the details are kind of hazy since I was so young, but I cant ever forget about him and that hot summer d...ay. He was a High School boy, I a little waif of an 11-year-old girl with pretty long, to middle of my back blonde hair with a hint of brown, blue eyes, very light skin, about 4 foot 8 or 9 inches tall, 80 pounds, and we were hanging out and I was just flattered that he wanted me around. That day he was wearing aviator glasses as he always did, a. Papa bahar job karte hain. Sister bhi bahar hostel mein padhti hai. Ghar mein main aur mom hi rahte hain. Mom bohut hi mast lady hai. Khoob ban than kar rahti hai. Yoga karti hai. Khoob happy rahti hai.Kisi se baat karti hai to bohut hi pyar se sexy aawaz mein baat karti hai. Jo bhi us se baat karta hai, bas uska fan ho jata hai. Mom ko dekh kar har kisi ka lund khada ho jata hai. Par mom kisi ko line nahi deti. Woh bohut dabang bhi hai to koi himmat bhi nahi karta. Uski body language bohut. Taking her compact from her purse she checked herappearance, gave a little nod of approval, then headed up the pathway toour front door. I opened it before she reached it."Eva!" she said, looking delighted to see me.We briefly hugged, touched our lips to each other's powdered cheek, andwent inside.I took her coat and her half-hat, marvelling at how effortlessly elegantand glamorous she was as always. She sat on the sofa on one side of thecoffee table, I sat on the other."Cigarette?" I said,. Ms. Enyahad a pleasant tone yet it was clear by her demeanorthat she would not put up with improper behavior.He had difficulty finding a parking spot and when herang the entrance buzzer to her luxury condo buildinghe was a few minutes late. He was admitted andpreceded to her floor, he rang the doorbell and withinseconds he heard the distinctive sound of high heelswalking on hardwood floors. The door opened slowly andbefore him stood a strikingly, gorgeous lady with herdark hair up in a bun and.