Wechat away with me making sure I don't share to much about me and mylife. I don't want to be found.We down the first bottle of champagne and then ano...ther. I'm getting alittle tipsy."How about we head to the VIP room dear. It's much more comfortable."Mario stands up and reaches out for my hand. Of course I'll join him.He's cute, very sophisticated and probably rich. What could go wrong?The VIP room is really swanky. There are small couches separated bypartitions. The lights are dim and soft. She moaned softly as a little finger slipped between her lips, resting between them. She couldn’t help but hump against them a little bit. Sara was sleeping, unknowing that she was wiggling her fingers in her big sister’s panties. “Little sis…” she heard, though she didn’t respond, she was still in dream land. Sasha bent up and slid her panties down, giving the small, slender fingers more room to play with. All the moments of the night before starting playing over again her mind, the feel and. Then I heard my mother tell Parvathiamma in an apologetic manner that she could not even think of doing such a thing, that it was a sin and the gods would never forgive her. To my amazement the old woman became quite angry. She reminded my mother of the many times that she had helped her. She called my mother a thankless woman and suddenly started to cry. She told my mother that she was ready to fall on her feet like a beggar. “I can’t bear to see him suffer”, she said, weeping. “That’s why I’m. ‘why should she have all the fun?’She remembered the patio doors at the back of the house, yes they might be locked, but the spare key was under that funny looking flowerpot that her mum had given her last Christmas. Very quietly, she inched her way from under the window and walked quickly to the patio doors at the back. She lifted the flowerpot and took the key, placing it very gently into the lock, there was a gentle click as the lock opened and she eased the door open , removing her shoes,.