You've got school today," I told the sleepy little ragamuffin."Yeah, you'd better get going," Brooke instructed her child, waking up pretty quickly on... her own. "Take you sister back to her room and both of you start getting ready." I hadn't realized she was awake. I'd been hoping to let her sleep in a little longer.I felt someone hugging my side. "Thank you for letting us stay here," Suzy said. I was glad she was finally starting to speak to me. I hate that whole 'too nervous to talk' phase all. I had never seen her dressed to kill. Her first words to me that evening were words of warning.“You shouldn’t fuck with the curtains open, people will start thinking, you know?The first thought that went through my mind was that she had watched us and that this was a cautionary reminder. “Really?” I replied, smiling back at her in an attempt to gauge her seriousness. I liked the way she approached the subject. Not damming, but cautious and friendly.“People may take things the wrong way?. She wasn't able to take her eyes off that huge prick and his slowly moving hand. It was still limp. But even while she watched, she could see the blood surging into it, swelling the purplish head and giving his long prick a slight bow."No!" the Mexican continued. "I am just joking you. No. It is really the music the ladies like. Look, I show you. I play my flute and like a snake they come."Through his half-closed tipsy the Mexican hummed a strange, nerve-tingling tune. His hands began to strain. Me apni story iss par first time likh raha hu ye ek real story hai waise iss ka daily reader hu mujhe yahan ki saari stories boht pasand hai, ek baat bataun to mujhe ladkiyon ke feets yani peir boht pasand hai jahan bhi sundar feetsDekhta hu dil karta hai achi tarah chaat lu choos lu meri lunn ka size kafi acha hai mota taja hatta kattaa me apni story par aata hu ye story meri or meri cuzn jiska naam mannu hai baat us samey ki hai jab me 12th me Tha school ke vacation the or wo 11th me thi wo.