‘I know you don’t feel like driving or seeing people but it’ll be good for you. Trust me. And I’d like you to meet Nita. You’ve never met he...r. You didn’t even come to our wedding,’ he lamented. I agreed reluctantly and told I him I would start the five hour drive early the next morning. But I couldn’t stand to be in the apartment alone another night, so I packed quickly and jumped in the car. I figured I’d drive for while, get drunk, spend the night in a hotel, and go see Ramesh and Nita the. She started with the tops of herbreasts and then moved on to the remains of the poolthat had been in her belly. The men froze when they sawher. Their eyes bulging as they took in the sight of herhot body in the skimpy bikini. “Hi,” she said, tryingnot to look guilty. Her hand running up and down her armcovering her skin with liquefied semen.“Need any help with that?” asked one of the men, a cockygrin on his face.“No thanks,” she replied. “I got it. In retrospection, she knew that teenagers do masturbate whenever they are excited or even for seeking excitement. As days passed by, she smiled to herself whenever she watched Shabbir closing the doors of his room. Soon, she was becoming curious about how her son might be emoting as he masturbated. She wished she could know about whom he fantasized the most. She knew that Shabbir’s dick was close to nine inches long. She had stealthily watched him while he was pleasing himself a few days. Assoon as I woke up I turned on the radio and started to get dressed. I knowI should've showered but I didn't want to miss the song so I quickly gotdressed by throwing on a bra and panties and slipped into a white t-shirtand pink tracksuit bottoms. My hair was a mess and I didn't bother puttingon any makeup but I wasn't going out so it didn't really matter.I took my radio downstairs with me as I went for breakfast. My dadimmediately disapproved of my look when I entered the kitchen but.