Emily had spent her life working for all she had achieved, never asking for handouts or help. Her childhood was not that of a typical child, it was mo...re of a test of strength and endurance to withstand trauma. The only thing she had was a kind heart, filled with giving and honest aspirations. As the years went by, Emily turned her life around, the girl she once was became the woman she is. Emily worked in a flower shop, where each day was filled with Mother Earth’s beautiful creations. She. She laughed at me, a very nice sound, and shook her head. “Not for the posing part, you do that well, but I meant for the actual playing.” She teased.“You are probably right, but I picked it up on a lark, thought it would be cool for those nice, calm days out on the water. It’s not like I am ever going to make a living playing one.” I snorted, setting the guitar down and moving closer to the rail so I had a clear view of my conversational partner.“You never know. You are good looking, built, I. She too said the same. Just then the pressure cooker whistled. She went inside and after 5 min she came out with a hotbox. She said I prepared bisibele baath (south Indian dish). I said why you took trouble in making this akka. Summa akka asked me why you don’t like to eat the food prepared by me. I said not like that akka; all I meant was that I’m being a burden for you. She said nothing like that, your grandma has also helped me many a times, and I’m just returning her favor. I said ok akka. “Don’t worry baby, I am here for you. I will look after you and protect you. There is a reason why we are best friends. It’s because we love each other.”Holly’s hand slid inside her best friend’s panties, cupping her crotch with her hand. They carried on kissing as she started to rub her best friend’s pussy. Ava moaned into her mouth, pushing her hips against her hand.Ava pulled away from her friend and gently peeled off her panties. Holly followed suit, taking off her bra too. Ava smiled.