I, of course, was looking at her and made sure it was she who broke eye contact. Eventually she arrived at my desk and asked “How is your essay coming along, Jenny?”
I said in a soft voice, so only she could hear, “I have barely got any further from when we last talked. Indian desi sex Karen broke the hug and said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I invited myself for supper so your daughter and I can work on our dance routines and then we have an extra practice at 7.”
“No not at all,” my mother said and then added, “I was just going to order pizza, if that is ok with you ladies.”
Karen said, the double-entendre dripping in each word, “That sounds delicious.”
Mom missed the flirtatious tone and asked, “What kind do you like Karen?”
“Oh, I like all kinds,” Karen said, still trying to flirt,
