Hamara ghar main bhi ik kam wali ate the….us ki umar koe 17 ya 18 saal ho ge……us ka rang fair tha…height aur physique bhi normal the…….us ...ka mamay (Breast) bhi thek thay abhi growing age main thay……Shalwar Qameez pehan ka ate the aur aksar us ki qameez kam ka doran us ka chotaron main phanse hote the kyun ka wo thore mote the…hehehehe…..kabhikabhi sweat yani paseena sa us ki qameez ka neechay us ka bra bhi nazar ajata tha…Apna doston ki sex bhare baton sa mujha bhi shauq charha ka akher pata tu. He pulled into the driveway of a modest house. Greg and I got out of the car in a simultaneous motion. He swept me into his arms and carried me into the house. He laid me down on a leather couch and mounted me, his faced lowered to mine and waves of kisses were draped over my face and neck slowly working their way up to my mouth. He tasted so good. “Wait Jen, your parents will wonder where you are, won’t they?” “Yes, but it’s all right, please don’t stop Greg.”, I begged. He sat up and looked. There was no emergency report. All data was normal. There was just what had happened. There was no protocol to load a total narrative of what had occurred and even if there was, Captain Murray had edited most of what had occurred out of the logs. So, I gambled a great gamble and loaded myself into the probe. I was the only one who knew everything that had happened.I was almost finished when she came into the communications pod. She screamed at my vocal interface, ‘I know what you are. How could she believe the woman had been sincere, back at the restaurant? How could she find the courage to meet her again? Why would she once more open herself up to be hurt, ridiculed, humiliated?Why on earth had she done what the little, perfumed piece of paper told her to? The paper she'd found with her tip? Why had she walked three long streets wearing nothing but a raincoat? Why had she slipped into a toilet stall after work to get out of her uniform, her bra, her panties even? And the.