“Go home. And you,” I pointed at Jill, “get your butt in here and get ready for supper. We have a guest, a very special guest.” “Dad, we w...ere going to listen to our new CDs,” she said with a twisted face. “And you will, on any other night. I told you, we have a very special guest. This is family night.” “You, go home, and you, into the house,” I said firmly. Jill stomped into the house and up the stairs. I couldn’t wait to unveil my surprise. I watched her storm away with a smile on my. It was steaming hot in the bathroom and I was wet partly due the water and partly due to my sweat. He could feel the aroma emanating from me. I got carried away and I was moving his head more and more into me, I was letting his face touch my breasts. It was a see-saw movement, his face was kissing my breasts, and I was literally crushing his face into my breasts. He must have felt the softness of my boobs. He laid his face buried in them, almost restless and just my hands were moving. Few. It was very little space for me to cross him and go to my room. i didn’t stop and tried to cross her facing towards him. our body brushed each others. my breasts got bit pressed with his chest and his cloths got wet as we both touched each other. Next day i couldn’t look him in eyes, neither could he. now i was preparing chapati and he was having lunch. he was looking to me , but i didn’t look at his face directly. i tried to lift my eyes and look in to his eyes. he was looking deep in to my. And train her in his ways.If only he could somehow get into her head. She would be particularly tough because she had never met anyone from online. At only 20 years old and beautiful, finding suitors wasn't difficult for her. His only hope was getting the timing right, picking a time when Sarah would be vulnerable. Then put his cards on the table. The worst case scenario would be her saying no. She wasn't the only fish in the sea. But she was one that he wanted hanging on his wall. In his.