"Pick you up at 5:30 for dinner." I got in my room, kicked off my shoes and checked my email. I called home to check on my parents and jumped in the s...hower. At 5:45 there was a knock on the door. Livy was standing there in her standard casual-Friday attire: corporate logo denim shirt and a pair of tight pants. Livy had already called the desk for a cab and made reservations at a local seafood restaurant. We didn't say much on the cab ride there. We had already seen more of each other in the. With her sitting there comfortably between my outstretched legs, playing with her perky teenage breasts and caressing her young bald pussy, I felt contented with the way my life was going.Her hands were resting on my thighs, and as she played with the hair on my legs she said “You know saheb, yesterday Sarla Bhabhi was asking about you...”“Yeah? What did she say?” I responded, continuing to play with her tits and cunt.“She asked if there were any problems or if Rani and I were giving you. ” She looked kind of sad after stating that, and I placed a hand on her lap, just on top of her hands.“I Don't mean to sound arrogant, but you can hang out with me if you want. I doubt that he will like it, but, contrary to popular belief, I can defend myself.” I told her calmly, and she smiled and nodded, I sure am glad that I didn’t say that I would destroy them if they try anything, but, then again, not my style, I don't pick on people but they sure seem to like picking on me.The sky was. ‘If we’re going to do this baby, shouldn’t you call me Paul?’ he said, trying to be macho, but it was so out-of-character. Leslie didn’t mind, it was kinda cute. Leslie took his hand and they walked over to the plush leather couch and her unpracticed hands unzipped him. Leslie drew out his cock — JACKPOT on the very first try, he was hung, she giggled. ‘Like a fuckin’ mule!’ she said — it was weird hearing her swear, but we weren’t kids anymore. Les told me she relied as much on instinct as she.