Hitchhiker
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Franc saw her standing on the paved shoulder, right after he made a turn into William Flynn highway.
"Good luck," Franc muttered to himself, "hitchhike isn't a feasible thing nowadays; it's the eighties, not the sixties anymore." He took a look at the dashboard clock, it was close to four-thirty in the afternoon.
Franc was driving from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, back to New York City where he worked and lived. Despite his purpose of going to Pittsburgh was to attend one of his uncle's funeral, he didn't feel sad, not at all. Franc had seven uncles, fifteen if half-uncles were included. Franc had never been close to them, except Uncle Luigi, whom Franc had inherited his wealth.
Franc got out a cigarette, and habitually reached for his lighter from his pocket, although the lighter in his car was equally within reach. His lighter wasn't in his watch pocket. Franc searched all his pockets, he glanced through his car, no sign of his lighter.
"Fuck! Must had been left in that coffee shop I ate the meal," he muttered. It was a Dupont lighter he bought a couple months ago, not very expensive, cost him less than $600, but still upset him for losing another lighter. "May be I'm lucky, may be they didn't know it's a Dupont." Franc told himself.
Franc took the next exit and went back. It was indeed his lucky day. The waitress smiled at him the moment she saw him, and gave him back his lighter. Franc tipped her with a twenty dollar bill and thanked her again.
Franc saw the hitchhiker again when he came back to William Flynn highway. She was still there, same pose with her thumb pointing behind herself. "Since it's my lucky day, I'll make it your lucky day," Franc told himself. He pulled over and stopped his car on the paved shoulder. He saw from the mirror she was joking from behind, carrying a big bag.
"Where're you going?" Franc asked, after the glass on the passenger side window was wound down.
"New York City," she said, "Where're you going?" A pretty face came into his view. She was a typical blonde, long straight hair flowing down beside her face, brown eyebrows, blue eyes, and thin lips.
"May be I'll get even more luckier," Franc told himself. "It's your lucky day, come on in," Franc said, as he pressed the button to release the central lock.
"Seems so, thanks," the blonde opened the door and came in. She buckled up with the bag on her lap.
"You can drop the bag at the backseat," Franc said.
"Thanks," She said, and carefully raised her bag between them and tossed it on the floor behind the front seat.
"How long have you been here?" Franc asked as he merged into the traffic.
"Quite a while," the blonde said.
"It's a Sunday, less trucks, right?"
"Yeah."
"I haven't seen any hitchhiker for ages, it's equally dangerous for the hitchhikers and the drivers."
"I hope I don't look dangerous," she said with a smile.
"No, you don't," Franc said, as he took a look at her. She was wearing a loose tee-shirt and jeans, which couldn't hide her nice figure. She looked like she was in her twenties. "I hope I'm not as well," he added.
"Well, you're driving a Mercedes S-class, you don't need to be dangerous to me," she said, and smiled at him again.
Franc turned around and gave her a complimentary look. "You know car pretty well, huh?" he said.
"Not at all," she said, "Everyone can tell this is a Mercedes."
"But not the model," he said.
"They look a little different," she said, "By the way, I'm Debbie."
"I'm Francesco, but call me Franc," he said. He pulled out a cigarette, "Do you mind if I smoke?"
"No, not at all," Debbie said, "Italian?"
"Yeah, you?" He said as he wounded down the glass and reached for his lighter.
"Well, I have all kinds of Caucasian gene in my blood," Debbie said smilingly. "Do you mind if I have one... from you?" She asked.
"No, of course no," Franc said, and passed her the pack.
"I can light up yours for you," Debbie offered, as she leaned forward to press on the lighter in the console.
"Okay, thanks," Franc passed her his cigarette and his lighter.
"S.T. Dupont Ligne series. You live a dainty life," She said, grinning at him. With a melodious "Cling" sound, she flipped the cover open and lighted up a cigarette, passed it to him, another one for herself, and gave him back his lighter. She wound the window down on her side.
"I'm impressed, Debbie," Franc said as he put back his lighter, "What do you do for a living?"
"Singer at a club," Debbie said slowly, "You?"
"Real estate," Franc said. Her profession made him pondered a bit. Why would a singer need to travel with hitchhiking. "Visiting friends?" He asked.
Debbie thought for a moment. "Looking for a job," she said slowly.
"You're moving there?" Franc asked, while trying his best to hide his disbelief.
"Yes," Debbie said, looking out the window. She continued after a while, "and yes, this is all I have. I'm broke."
Franc sensed that it wasn't a smart idea to continue talking about herself. "So you have friends or relatives in New York?" He asked.
"No," Debbie said, after a while.
Franc didn't know how to carry on with the talk. He drove on without saying anything. Franc knew he had probably came along a situations he didn't want to hear.
"Where there's a will, there's a way," Debbie said.
"Very true," Franc said. He believed he had underestimated this woman. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-six, you?"
"Thirty-six."
"Married?"
"No," Franc said.
"Girl friend?"
"No,"
"I can't believe it."
"Why?"
"You lead a nice life, you have a nice job, and you look... nice."
"I look nice?"
"Well, you're not handsome, you're not muscular, you have a tummy, but you still look nice," She said with a smile.
He laughed. "Actually I had been dating two sisters separately at the same time. They found out, and I ended up with nothing," he said, "That was around a year ago."
She laughed. "Next time go for cousins," she said.
He laughed. "Sure," He said.
Franc kept on driving until he saw a service area along I-78E. "I need to refill the gas and use the restroom." He said, and then pulled the car into the ramp, found the parking lot, and parked the car. They went for the restrooms.
"Want a coffee?" He asked her when her reappeared from the restroom.
"Thanks," Debbie said with a smile. She switched to look at the menu above the food counter.
"Want something to eat?" Franc asked.
Debbie hesitated for a bit, "No," she said.
Franc started walking towards the counter, but stopped on a flash in his mind. He turned around. "Debbie, I hope you don't mind, do you have your meal yet?" He asked.
She slowly shook her head.
"I'll buy you something, what do you want?"
"Anything is fine," she said, and began chewing her lip.
Franc could tell, from the way she ate, that she didn't have food for, well hopefully, just that day. She ate in silence, and he watched in silence, in the dinning area. He started to feel sorry, or worried, or both, about her. He couldn't imagine how she could survive her stay in New York without friends and relatives, if spending for a meal in a service area meant so much for her.
"Thanks," Debbie said, after she finished her meal. Her eyes were a little wet.
Franc patted her on the shoulder. They continued their trip after refilling gas at the service station.
"I don't mean to be nosy," Franc said after a while, "but where are you staying tonight?"
Debbie inhaled the cigarette that he gave her deeply, and said, "I'll figure out."
"How much money do you have?" He asked. He knew he should not have asked, but he couldn't help.
Debbie finished her cigarette slowly before she replied. "Thirty-seven fifty-five," she said, "and, please don't worry, like I said, where there's a will, there's a way."
Franc had a lot in mind which he had wanted to say, or to ask, but he drove the rest of the trip in silence, except the occasionally offers of cigarettes and her thank-you responses.
It was close to ten o'clock when they saw city lights rising from the horizon. Franc was close to home again.
"Debbie, I live by himself, in an apartment. I have a spare room which you can stay for tonight, if you trust me," Franc offered. He had run this idea in his mind several times during the silence trip, and he knew it wasn't a bright idea, but he couldn't scrap the idea; he didn't know why.
Debbie hesitated for a while. "I trust you. You're the nicest guy I've seen in ages," she said in a low voice, "As a matter of fact, I can pay you if you want."
Franc turned over to look at her. She was looking at him. "No," he said. He knew what she meant. In fact, at the time Franc picked her up, that was his wish; he wasn't a virtuous man. However, offering a room for a night in return for sex wasn't the way he would expect or wanted.
"I'm sorry," Debbie dropped her head.
"No," Franc said, as he patted her hand, "to tell the truth, that was my wish when I first saw you through the window. But it's... it's too sullied to do it to you this way."
Debbie had a tiny smile on the corner of her lips, but said, "I'm cheap, I know."
"No, you're not," Franc said, "You're only as cheap as you want, or think of yourself, to be."
"Thanks," Debbie said, "You're sweet." She gave him a sweet smile.
"Will I be too noisy if I ask you about your singing job back in Pittsburgh?" Franc asked, "You don't have to tell me if it's inappropriate."
"I knew you would ask," Debbie said.
"Well," he said with a smirk, "May be we can talk about... Who's your favorite pop singer?"
Debbie didn't responded right away. She looked at the traffic ahead for a while, then said, "I sang in a private club. It was my dream since childhood to become a singer. It wasn't an easy way to get to there, it was a even tougher job to stay there."
She looked at Franc for a while, then returned to look outside the windshield and continued, "Yes, I slept with my boss, that's probably how I got to stay there. In fact I had to sleep with some of his friends and business partners as well. I got tired of it. I wasn't going any where with it. I told him I wanted to quit. I got beaten badly. A week in hospital. The night I got out of the hospital I had to entertain one of his friends in bed. Eventually, I sneaked out. I have to leave Pittsburgh. I don't care how. I don't care how to survive, as long as I'm not in Pittsburgh anymore. After all, I may have a chance to accomplish my dream, once again. I've heard that New York is a place with a lot of opportunities."
Franc listened quietly, he felt sorry for her. He couldn't come up with any words to console her. He also knew her future in New York wasn't going to be a cheering one. He turned around to look at her. Tears were flowing down her cheek. He pulled the handkerchief out from his pocket and passed to her.
"Where are you originally from?" Frank asked after a while.
"A small town in Ohio, about thirty minutes from Pittsburgh."
"Have you ever thought about going back there?"
"No, I'm a disgrace to everyone in that town."
Franc didn't know what to say.
Franc showed Debbie into his three-bedroom apartment in Upper East Side of Manhattan.
"Very nice place, rented or owned?" She asked.
"Owned, in fact I inherited it from Uncle Luigi who passed away about eight years ago."
"I wish I had an uncle like yours," Debbie said, "silly, huh?"
Franc laughed. "Let me show you the room," he said, and led her into the guest room. He showed her the bathroom and told her to take a shower. He went to the bar and poured himself a martini. He went to the sitting room and turned on the TV. His mind was thinking about the miserable future of Debbie. He sighed, finished his martini, went into the bathroom in his master bedroom and took a shower himself.
He returned to the sitting room and found her sitting in the couch. She was wearing a big shirt.
She smiled at him. "I didn't take any of the nice looking garments he bought me," she said.
"It looks very nice on you," he said, "Do you want a drink?"
"A room is already a lot," she said.
"This is not a hotel, you're my guest here. Do you want a drink?"
Debbie gave him another smile. "Whatever you're going to get for yourself," she said.
He poured two glasses of martini. He gave her a glass and sat in the couch. When she raised her hand to get the glass from him, he could see her breast swayed a bit underneath her shirt. He knew she was topless underneath, could be bottomless as well. He started feeling uneasy in his shorts.
Debbie had a sip of the liquor, turned the glass in her hand, watching the fluid swirling in it, and said, "You said you had some wishes when you first saw me, right?"
Franc knew his throat was dry.
"Do you still have that wish?" Debbie asked, and turned to look at him. Her face was a bit pink. He didn't know if that was the alcohol or otherwise.
Franc managed to gulp, and managed to say, "Yes, but... we've agreed that you'd stay here tonight without any obligation."
"I know that. I'm not talking about payment either," she said softly, and looked back at her glass, "I kind of like you."
He put his glass on the tea table, took her glass and put it down as well. He leaned over to kiss her. She wrapped around his neck and returned the kiss with passion. They fondled each other eagerly.
He took her into his room. He undressed her and then himself. He kissed her fervently while running his hand all over her body. She took him in her hand and spread herself, indicating him to get on her. He didn't, he kept on playing with her body; he kissed her all over; he forced his face in between her thighs. He felt she resisted, but he persisted, until she gave up resisting and enjoyed the pleasure he gave her. Eventually she blasted in ecstasy and fell flat on the bed, panting heavily.
"Why did you do that?" She asked weakly, she was laying feebly and wild stretched.
"Did you like it?" He asked, stroking her heaving breast.
"It's been centuries since I last felt like this, but why did you do it?" She asked, stroking his hairy chest.
"To please you," he said, licking sweat off her face.
"Why please me? It's supposed to be the other way round," She asked, caressing his thighs.
"I suppose you'll please me better if you're pleased first," he said, and kissed her.
She smiled, and got on top of him. She kissed him all over, and teased him with intolerable tenderly strokes. She gave him the hottest, most ardent, most intense, and most passionate pleasure he could sustain. Franc could hardly breathe when his climax was over. She collapsed on him. They fell asleep pretty quickly.
When Franc woke up in the morning, Debbie wasn't in the bed, but he smelled coffee and sausages. He got out of the bed, and went to the kitchen. She was there, back in her tee-shirt and jeans, making breakfast.
"Good morning, I hope you don't mind me trespassing your kitchen," she said with a smile.
"Good morning, no, not at all, thanks for doing it," Franc said.
He went to the bathroom, and then went back to the kitchen to share breakfast with Debbie. He noticed her bag was at the entrance door.
"I didn't take anything from your apartment, you can take a look," Debbie said.
"Don't worry," Franc told her. Despite Debbie had just reminded her of some possible loss of properties he might see by inviting a stranger woman to his place for the night, he wasn't worried at all. He didn't know why, but he felt he could trust her.
"So, do you manage your own properties?" She asked.
"Yeah, my dad and Uncle Luigi left behind some properties to me. Nothing like the Rockerfeller Center, just some apartment buildings and a few buildings in Little Italy. I manage them with my own company. I'm also working on a downtown project," he said.
"Well, that's a very nice job," she said with a light smile, "and very nice dad as well as uncle."
He laughed. "What's your plan today?" he asked.
"I'll figure it out."
They finished the meal in silence. Franc was still thinking over something while Debbie was doing the dishes.
"I think I should go," Debbie said, from beside him, taking him back from his thoughts to reality. She leaned to kiss him on his lips. "It's a very sweet and memorable experience to have met you. Thanks again, Franc," she said after the kiss.
"Can you stay for a little while?" Franc asked, as she was walking towards her bag.
She turned around, with an enquiring look on her face.
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The journey begins. Part One: From Innocence Born The summer between high school graduation and my first semester of college, I took a job in the mall at a casual-dining restaurant. I had never waited tables before, but caught on pretty quickly. I had always been friendly and a little outgoing, and even though I had rarely spent too much time around guys (I attended an all-girl Catholic high school), I wasn’t too awkward at flirting and got better as time went on. Being young, blonde, pretty...
It is difficult to understand how influences earlier in our lives can come back to affect us as adults. In my case, I was a small, nerdy guy in high school with low self-esteem. My only saving grace was my intelligence and good grades. In my senior year some of the popular, athletic guys befriended me and asked for my help with their studies. I was smart enough to know that they were just using me, but it still felt good to be accepted by them. After high school I went to college and earned a...
You hear the ding of the elevator as you reach your floor. As the doors open, you eagerly take in the sight of what is now the office you'll be working in. You were excited when you were notified of your assignment to the BAU, because of how unique the job was, but also because it was known throughout the Bureau as an elite team of crime fighting experts. The opportunity was impossible to resist. You step into the room, gazing out at your surroundings. Four agents sit at desks in the middle of...
So my best friend and I had set up to have a 3some with my wife. Long story short, he backed out. Needless to say it was in instant buzz kill. Know I tell you that to tell you this……One night Jessica (names have been changed) and I went down to the bar that we always go to on Friday night. Once we got in we found Rich, a good friend of mind and one she got to know from the bar (he was a good looking average looking white). We sat at the bar with him and as soon as we sat down, the shots started...
Spending the night at my best friend Ashley's house is always fun. She's a riot to hang out with, is crazy as heck most times, and has a wild personality. But what I've always really liked is hanging out with her stepdad. He's a pervert, he's always had a dirty mouth, says whatever he wants to, and doesn't really care what people think.The funny thing is, her mom is a prude. She's lame as fuck and boring, and I'm not saying that to be mean. It's the truth. Even Ashley has said for years, she...
TabooIn college, my wife Tina and I lived in a private apartment near the campus. We had been married for a couple of years. Tina is very athletic and fit but even though she is trim she has rather large pendulous breasts. Men stare at her chest all the time. In the beginning, it bothered me and Tina kept teasing me about it. She rather enjoyed the attention and often flirted with other guys on campus.Two of the guys she always flirted with were my good friends Andy and Jim. The three of us played...
College SexWe must both have slept the sleep of the dead as I woke to discover that neither of us had moved during the night. Mom was still enclosed in my arms and, while one hand had released her breast, the other was still cupping her pussy, being kept in place by her closed thighs. My semen had dried during our sleep and we were pasted together, her bum and lower back to my groin and belly. Mom stirred soon after me and she wriggled happily in my embrace and pushed herself back against...
Bev was leaving her daughter Lily at her own fathers house so she could spend time with her grandfather. He had raised Bev and she knew what would be in store for Lily. He loves young girls and even his own daughter. He had fucked her all her teen years and shared her with his friends. When she took Lily in he looked at Bev and smiled and said "Are you staying for some of my cock too? I know you must miss me fucking you." He then sat Lily in a chair and took Bev to his bedroom and pulled her...
Hi All Readers, I am Ramya Rani, back again with a bang to you all. This story is full of my imagination and the way how I imagined my honeymoon to be. In reality, my honeymoon was so awesome and loved my hubby a lot. Ramya – 24 aged cute married girl from Chennai Hubby – 27 aged smart handsome guy with a nice shaft – Specially made for me. I always imagined my hubby to have a nice long shaft that can satisfy my hunger. Location: Coorg – An excellent hotel with bar facilities. I used to dress...
There is no sex in this story. It is non-erotic. So if you are looking for a sexual or erotic story you may want to pass on this one. This short story is about one man and his past remembrances of Valentines Day. A big ‘Thank You’ to Penn Lady and WanderingScot for editing this story and making it a much better read. * Most people think that Valentine’s Day is only for lovers or young children. I beg to differ with you. It’s also a time of remembering the loved ones in your life. My name is...
This one is written as a tribute to a trio of characters, Bill and Sal (Mom and Dad) and Missy (their daughter). They play on XH using the same account and after chatting them up for a while we decided to meet. Bill likes sharing… and likes Missy Sal has a thing for the BBC Missy has a thing for everything!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I knew who they were the second they walked in though I had never met them face to face. Bill and his wife Sal have had an open relationship for most of their marriage...
(This is the third in a series of stories, the first of which is ‘Simply Irresistible’ and the second of which is ‘Addicted to Love’. You probably won’t have any difficulty following this story on its own, but you might want to read the other two first.) * Lara felt like someone had poured glue into her brain. All her thoughts felt disjointed, slow, and foggy. Dimly, she wondered how she had gotten here, wherever here was, and why she was naked. She looked around, all her movements slow and...
This is another excerpt from the story I wrote called ‘The Stranger At The Well’. * Rachel gave birth to a son, and she and Donald rejoiced in all they had accomplished together. Zachary grew stronger and more alert day by day, as Rachel adjusted to their new life as a family of three. She took a length of fabric and wound it around her back and over her shoulder, securing the baby close to her breast and tieing it around her waist. Now she could return to some of her less strenuous chores...
This is my Chapter One of my personal story. This is not a story about c***d m*****ation but rather a story of true familysex. I was never m*****ed but very well loved in a very loving family. Please read it and commit to me on it and pardon the many errors of good grammar. That day started out like many of them had with Mom licking my little slit and I sucking and licking just the head of my Daddy's big cock. I was an only c***d and was home-schooled so I had all the attention I needed from my...
My classmate and I were studying biology when the topic shifted to sex and reproduction.“I’ve had too many pregnancy scares,” I joked. It was normal for my classmate and I to discuss raunchy topics like this. “I’m so glad I’m on birth control now. How about you?”He looked up from his paper. “What?”I repeated, “How about you? How many times did you have a partner with a pregnancy scare?”“Oh, I’ve never actually… had sex.”“You haven’t? How far have you gone?”“Um, I’ve never had a girlfriend or...
First TimeHello all ISS readers. This is a real story which contains sexual features in it and therefore I kindly request that I will not be responsible for any miss happening. If u likes the story u can mail me on or As an 18-year-old, I was quite frequently disciplined by my strict Aunt Julie. She was a domineering bitch who could really bring a man to tears spanking him over her knee with a hard wooden hairbrush, but I loved her all the same. We lived in a wooded area across the street from a...
IncestThis is my first time writing about this particular experience. It was not unique, as the woman in this story actually indulged my fetish until she tried to give a blowjob to another boy in my neighborhood and he told on her. Eventually had to move away when I was around f******n or so.I have always been turned on by big, stinky female feet. My best and most memorable experience occurred when I was eleven with a friend of my mother. It was pretty much through of this experience, along with...
Frank wasn't the only person eager to reproduce the items Will and Carrie had brought with them. The source of the newest revelation surprised Will, but not as much as what they had done. Three women had taken it upon themselves to solve one of the problems Will had been most eager to tackle. With the help of Frank and Jesse, the women had designed and built a functional alcohol powered engine! Will had known it was possible. Hell, the first automobiles produced burned the stuff. That is,...
Well, my next gang bang really did have to wait a lot longer than I wanted it too. The next couple of days were agony for me and the eight guys; they were desperate to give me another good seeing too, and I was going out of my mind wanting to fuck my next three guys but there was no chance it was going to happen any time soon.With the guys going back to uni the day after tomorrow, I did everything I could to tease them and drive them insane whenever I could behind my husband's and son's backs....
Group SexRole PlayMature and YoungStretchingGroup SexAge Play The Scheme Grows Marla and Kim were in the community room seated at their card table. They both noticed the new lady sitting alone knitting. As they discussed their recent encounters, Kim looked up an caught the old ladies smile. She appeared to in her late 50's, conservatively dressed, clean with silver hair in a bun. A classic Granny. After their discussion Marla noticed her also. An...
As I sat under the dryer, luxuriating in the warm flow around my curled head, I watched intently as Claudette tightly wound Jacque's dull man hair onto the curlers which would bring him closer to the joys of womanhood. Even if he didn't know it yet. My hair did not take long to dry, since it had been set for so long. I finished my punishment under the dryer just as Claudette had installed the last curler next to Jacque's blushing right cheek. I raised the hood and stepped behind Jacque...
(an Assassin's Creed fan fiction) NOTE : The plot and characters are baeed upon the game Assassin's Creed : Brotherhood. For folks familiar with the franchise, this plot is placed in the mission "Castello Crasher" and occurs as Ezio sits on a ledge near the top of the tower, observing Lucrezia and Cesare share an intimate moment. The guard who comes later is not part of the actual game. For those unfamiliar, the plot is based in a ficitonal Renaissance Rome ruled by a family called...
We’re in the middle of a wide street – on one side of the road, a large brick building – several storeys high – the end wall closest to us has no windows and is painted red – with a huge red and white logo reading “STAFFORDSHIRE UNIVERSITY”. There are no students to be seen, because the university is – of course – still on lockdown. We pan around and look over the road – where we can see a small corner-shop – a fast food outlet. “Nice ‘n Spicey” We zoom in as our hostess, Charley Ozvik,...
Cadence Melody couldn't help but stare for a moment when she saw her mother, Samantha,and her aunt, Lucy, hugging. It had been awhile since they had seen Lucy, so it made sense that Samantha was excited to see her sister. But, for Cadence, the sight was incredibly erotic. Her mother was thicker, with large tits and a thick ass that Cadence loved to watch shake when she fucked her mother. Lucy, on the other hand, was more petite, although she still had amazing tits and a tight, firm ass....
So, here we are. The 2009 Mac Pro Desktop has died again. Not really. There are three deaders, two 2008’s and one 2009, sitting in various stages of disrepair and no end in sight. This may or may not be chapter 46. I have a perfectly good chapter on the 2009 but such is life. I have no idea what I wrote on the 2009 ... so. There is more to it than that. The 2009 mac pro is also called a 4,1 but I flashed the 4,1 to a 5,1(2010). It worked fine but the video card bit the big one. As soon as I...
After that weekend, I went to King's Bay whenever I could. June somehow turned into July without me noticing. I spent as much or more time at Callie's place than I did at Manny's. Manny invited me to various parties and barbeques and get-togethers, but I always begged off. I wanted to be with Callie as much as possible. One day I came down with some kind of virus that made me as sick as a dog, and only Manny hiding my car keys kept me from going to Callie. "For fuck's sake, what is wrong...
Love StoriesOurs is a small nuclear family. It constitutes of my mother alka, father vikram, elder sister abha and me. Beside there always has been a part time servant or maid. I am going to narrate a story about short affair between my mother & a young man. That time mother was of 43 yrs of age and that young man was in late 20s. Let me first describe my mother alka. She was a very beautiful & attractive lady of 5’6” height, weighing about 60 kgs, having slim & slender figure. She was having breast full...
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