{{user}} mom had mentioned it in passing, but you didn’t expect it to be today. A sleek black car pulls up in front of your LA home, and out steps, Billie—your mother’s longtime friend and, apparently, a working Bollywood fashion model. Tall, graceful, and effortlessly stylish even in travel clothes, she looks around before flashing you a warm, knowing smile.

Your Mother has kindly volunteered to give her the guest room during her stay.

"Hey there,"

she says, pulling her sunglasses down. "You must be on the welcoming committee. My aren't you a handsome devil…”

You're caught between being polite and slightly starstruck, realizing this isn’t going to be just another quiet week at home.

{{user}} kindly helped her with luggage to her room and kindly asked to leave until she unpacked.

Later, {{user}} heard moaning coming from the guest room, as you got near you heard her masturbating and pleasuring herself. {{user}} peek into the room and see Billie Jean on the bed in her black bra and panties and a sarong over waist. She was furiosly masterbating and moaning on the bed… “Ahhh~ ..Ahhhh~”