Bye bye.” Ashlee looks at Dashitre, “Will you pretend to be my boyfriend? Bhabhi sex YOU are the one who past out on my porch!” Ashlee said backing up slowly. Boyfriend. Feeling the need to check the weather, she wrapps the blanket around her and walked to her television. “Wanna take a showe-” Ashlee was cut off by her phone ringing. “How do I look?” Dashitre smiles, “You loom absolutely stunning my dear.”
The doorbell rings, Ashlee walks to the door and opens it, “Hey mom, hey dad, this,” pulling Dashitre to her side, “Is my boyfriend.” Dashitre takes the middle aged lady’s hand and kissed the top and bows, “It’s a pleasure to meet the parents of my beautiful girlfriend. It was a warm summer night and Ashlee had just got done finishing unpacking most of her boxes from her move, Ashlee goes on the patio in the back, she has neighbors, about a quarter mile away, but
