“How? You’re study permit will expire.” I wrinkled my nose. “They gave me a TRV. I’ve got a couple years to renew.” I’m not sure why ...I lied to him—probably because the technique I’d used to prepare for my impending expulsion from Canada had, up to then, been to just not think about it. And talking about it was definitely worse than thinking about it. The exile itself wouldn’t last too terribly long—a month to get my new permit, two at the most. But still, it scared me. I didn’t know what I. I was thinking why did bhabhi leave the door open..maybe becoz she new i was about to come..neways bhabhi came after 15 mins.she was luking damn gorgeous In her sari and her wet hair..but i was helpless..she said.”hi rahul..sorry mujhe der ho gayi”.i said bhabhi it’s fine.and later we took the lunch.two days after, the same thing happened.i went for lunch and the door was open..bhabhi was takin her bath and i sat on the sofa.after 10 mins bhabhi called me from inside and said “rahul mein apne. She heard him move behind her and felt the head of his cock touch her pussy. She waited for him to shove it in her. She wanted to be fucked hard, like a slut. Instead, he moved the head of his cock around her pussy, getting it very wet, but not entering her pussy. Then she felt him move his cock up to her asshole and move it around there, smearing her pussy juices on her rosebud. Finally, she felt his cock slip up the crack of her ass and out onto the small of her back. It was still wet from. She giggles as she says ‘Yeah, it was. Sorry if it bothered you.’ ‘I’m Jason Zanger.’ I say extending my hand. ‘Alice Fieldings.’ She replies taking my hand. Chapter 2: Down the Rabbit Hole Alice and I head out to recess together. As we walk outside to the playground some of the older kids and kids from our class were looking at us. I kept thinking, What’s their problem? But they did nothing to us so I ignored them. She moved off towards the jungle gym while I headed over the blacktop to shoot.