Mom’s cheer outfit still there. Sandy always liked hearing her mom talk about that.Sandy came down the stairs, her mom’s cheer outfit dancing with... the little bounce in her step. Her dad looked up, his eyes lit.“Sandy! Oh ... my ... God!” he started tearing up. “My Mary. My Sandy!”She ran up to him and hugged him, and they kissed deeply.He held her at arm’s length, and then she did a little twirl.“Do you like it, daddy?”He wanted to pick her up and take her upstairs. Memories flooded.“Take me on. De dunga i said okk mujhe fir laga waise hi majak kar rahe hai bhala aise kisi anjan koi call thodi karta hai fir lunch time me ek call aya aur uss par ek aurat ki awaj thi wo boli ajay ne tumhara no. diya hai main bola bataye toh wo boli batao kab miloge main ghabra gaya main ajay bhiya ke cabin gaya wo waha meeting me the maine usse kaha ki kal callKarna agle din fir uska call ayaa maine usse kaha ajay bhiyaa nai aaye office wo boli tum mil lo maine kaha acha aadhe ghante baad call karo meri. Eventually, all he had to do was snap his fingers and I would fall to my knees and take him all the way down my throat without protest.The second time I babysat for them, the pregnant wife sat on my boobs and pushed her hairy cunt into my face telling me “Lick me until I come and make certain you clean me up when I am finished.” Now, that doesn’t bother me at all except for women with real hairy bushes. I hate getting it stuck in between my teeth and the texture of hair really turns me off and. Later I cleared it with Raj. He was cool about it, merely laughing and saying, “If there’s any mess on the sheets mate, then you wash them OK.” Following afternoon I was in the flat when I heard a knock. I greeted Maryam at the door and we went into the living room. I motioned for her to take a seat.Maryam sat on a sofa. It was quite hot in the flat and I offered her a cool drink. She nodded and I got her a cold coke from the fridge. I handed her a glass and poured most of the can into.