5’7 160 pounds , long curly burgundy hair . Green eyes and a tan complexion. Her titts were a huge DD her waist was thin and her hips wide. Her ass ...was thick. She only wore mini skirts and button down blouses. She always had on stockings and high heels.Miss Davina owned a large home outside Philadelphia. She was known to recuse runaway teens. She came from old money and was a caring soul. People in the city looked up to her, and compared her to a modern day mother Teresa. On thanksgiving she. "I rather like eating here, they happen to have the best garlic burgers I've ever eaten." She turned beginning to walk away."Yes, they do," he answered feebly, apologetically by the tone of voice he now used.She stopped, turning to face him once more."Can I ask you another question?" Sure," he said meekly.She slid into the booth opposite him without being invited to do so. He was glad that she did however, actually smiling for the first time, though he quickly closed his mouth. His teeth. You know," I went on, waving my arm to take in the whole flat, "this feels like home." It is home. Our home.The tingling between my legs intensified and my heart made a double beat."I will pay, of course."Ann looked at me for a moment before she spoke. "We split household bills and food." Her tone leaving no doubt that she wasn't willing to discuss this any further."OK, fair enough. Then I'll move in with you as soon as possible. It's not much that needs moving anyway." Wonderful. Why don't you. She: are problem kese?Me: wahe wahse he aap jaaye main chala jaaunga.She: are chaloMe: okShe: (she was driving and I was seating back side to her)Me: thank youShe: are koi baat nahi hame same place pe jana haiMe: hmmmmShe: aapka bacha konse class main haiMe: mera bacha? Are nahi aap galat soch rahe hai mera koi bacha nahi mere gf teacher hai so use milne aata hu main.She: ohhh muje to laga aapka bacha hoga to aap aate honge.Me: hmmm bacha nahi abe shai bake hai.She: ha wo be hai.Me: aapke koi.