I was also dating a girl that time so I didn’t feel that it is appropriate to leave that girl and propose someone who has lots of options, I used to... have lots of discussions with ruchika and she used to always tell me that love is a waste of time, she was a salmam khan fan so she used to always sing that song “jinne ke hain char din bakhi hain bekar din” and say love ke hain bekar din, and we used to debate a lot that love is important and one cannot live without love in life.We used to have. Almost perfect figure, neatly dressed in a white churidar and yellow kurta.Her big black eyes were rimmed with kajal, thick silky hair in a loose braid till mid-back, perfect lips with only lipgloss, simple rings in her ears and a smooth complexion that closely matched the golden color. She was quite tall, almost 5 feet 7 but maintained herself like a college girl, probably because she was a vegetarian I thought, remembering her name: Deeksha.“Mom left parathas for you guys,” she said, handing. ”Allison nodded her head.Lacey: “We had made plans for them to be here before you reached out. It is kind of serendipitous though because…”Allison looked at Lacey, she found this pause to be a little out of place. Lacey looked at her with a look of genuine interest.Lacey: “What was the problem with the makeover?”Allison knew that this was coming but was trying to avoid the conversation.“I just feel, like…” She was having a hard time coming up with the words to explain how she was feeling. “Like. "Okay, you want to play stupid with me. Put your feet up on the sofa on either side of you. Hold your legs apart with your arms. Use your hands to spread your pussy lips for me." She started sobbing, pleading incoherently with me for mercy that I had no intention of giving her. Finally, she did what I said, and I stared into the perfect pink sleeve of her sex. I snapped a picture with my phone before she quickly crossed her legs again, wrapping her arms around her breasts. "I didn't say you.