She was an alcoholic who became very mean or highly seductive when she drank. I never saw her mother drink, so I only saw her angelic side. Yet, I wou...ld still commend Angie on her survival skills if her stories were only half-true. Her father was a social drinker, a user but not addicted. He was a very handsome and kind cuckold male who had to do his wife’s bidding, because the money came from her side. Angie had adored her father when she was young. I did more than simply adore, well, at. I was just wondering how and where to start? I asked her in a very slow voice massage continue Karen? She told “thik hai this time I put my hands directly inside her skirt. Use v shayad maza aa raha tha. Slowly and slowly I raised my hands. Then my hands reached to her underwear. She was just moaning hhhm haannn. Then I put my other hand inside her top. Ohoo mujhe to bahat hi acha lag raha tha. Slowly my hand reached onto her bra. I massaged her back very slowly and smoothly to seduce her. Then. ...would she, wouldn't she, would I meet her expectations if she did and so forth. She was quiet on Saturday, sending or answering only a couple of emails early in the day. Then, in the evening, she mailed me and asked for my phone number. I knew this was a good sign, and that we would actually meet the following day: she was just making a final check on me, making sure she was happy with her choice. On Sunday, I received a terse message to be at a railway station at 2pm to pick her up and then. I opened slightly I could see a guy sleeping on the floor of the under construction house on a mat with his cotton boxer briefs and inner banyan the reason I watched him closer was he was sleeping and had huge tent on his briefs and his lungi was on his feet and wore inner banyan too small for him, I liked to watch it and was almost 7 am I could see him clearly. He was slim, Bonner, very dark, muscled, young and toned body even his thigh muscled no mush or bearded (his resemblance was like.