She merely told its for my one and only sweet brother, its you.Oh hell… its like a big boiled volcano protruding its lava from deep inside in my hea...rt. I simply said okay and left the place. In the evening she invited me to her home. Finally she tied Raksha tag to my hand my making some traditional process.All her parents liked me a lot, her mom made some special sweets for me and her. And we went to terrace. There we had long conversation about all regular days. In between she asked, did you. I had also made a few calls but nothing. Positionedfilled, or mail or email in resume and they would look at it. It didn'tlook good. Liz was getting more desperate.A few days later I woke up to something happening down below. It wasLiz, stroking my cock in slow deliberate movements. She looked at me,continuing her slow antagonizing stroking. "Honey, do you think youare a good actor?" A few more slow strokes, she pushed my hand away. Shewas in control."Well, babe, I think so. I was in school. She readjusted herself,squirming nervously in her chair and I saw that hernipples had grown taunt, sticking out through thematerial of her halter.She frowned then, as if making a difficult decision, orperhaps at the kinkiness of the whole idea, like someonewould frown when tasting something delicious for thefirst time and savoring the taste.“Well then…” she sighed and reached for the buttons ofher cut-offs; opening them with her delicate fingers one-by-one. She wasn’t. Netru engalukul oru vizhayam nadanthathu athu ethuvume theriyathathu pola nadanthukondaal. Naanum keezhe irangi vazhinthukonde akka arugil sendren.Konjam kaiyil kasukoduthu ennai kadai varai sendru bakery items vangi vaayen paa endru solinaal. Sari akka endru soli naanum bakery sendren, en veetil ennai entha velaiyavathu vitale athai naan seiya maten aanal ena seivathu akkavirkaaga velai seiya vendiyathaaga irunthathu. Bakery item vangi vanthen, aanal akka veetirkule irunthaal.Kathavu ooramaaga.