[Notary]

I come from an affluent family; we have been selling top quality Bird’s Nest to the majority of Southeast Asia since the 1930s starting from my great grandfather then to my grandfather and finally the business was passed down to my father today.


Every weekend, my parents will find their time of relaxation at a family friend’s penthouse over at Katong, a traditional eastern part of Singapore. Uncle Bobby bought this beautiful penthouse just last year after slitting his bookie’s throat during World Cup 2014; yes this man is a big punter both in soccer betting and the commodities trading market.



My name is Alex Aw, 27, I am a part-time student and a business owner currently pursuing my Bachelor’s Degree in Criminology and operating a small unlicensed private eye business – my unhealthy love for CSI has manifested itself so much that my dad would constantly tell me: “aiya ah boy, why don’t you just take over papa’s business, you are our only son, this business surely make money one! Why want to be policeman? You make your papa and mama worry, next time your wife also worry…”



They do not understand that money and stability is not my everything – instead, my passion for details and my love to solve the unknown governs my life in totality.



Going over to Uncle Bobby’s place is ultimate boredom for me, the mindless adult chatters and bitchy gossips between Aunty Betty and my mum just turns me off. Unfortunately, being at this glorious penthouse is compulsory Guard Duty for me every weekend as it is mandated as the “precious family time”.



It was a Sunday near Christmas and we were feasting like royalties after winning a long fought war – suddenly, the doorbell rang. The dining table is situated in their big-ass balcony and the main door is clearly visible from where we were seated. Maria attended to the door immediately and a sweet looking, longhair girl walked in with tons and tons of luggage.



Uncle Bobby: “Alicia my baby, welcome home! Come eat first, later then unpack.”
Maria: “Alicia, you want rice or Spaghetti?”
Aunty Betty: “Ger ger, wah… must be a long flight, you tired?”
Alicia: <<In a beautiful angelic tone of voice>>“Hello everyone, hi mummy hi daddy, I miss you all so much!”



Who is Alicia Ang?

Name: Alicia Ang Chiu Ping
Ethnicity: Chinese
Age: 23
Nationality: 100% Singaporean
Height: 1.61cm
Weight: 52kg
Skin: Tanned, but gets fair easily
Eyes: Asian black, innocent feel
Hair: Jet black, long and silky. Pony tail when playing sports
Fingers: Well manicured
Body: Exercised, flat tummy, balanced
Boobs: Significant - enough to fill one full palm
Hobbies: Singing, studying and playing tennis
Field of Study: Professional singing, contemporary music
School: Berklee College of Music



My visit to Uncle Bobby’s home every Sunday has turned from being unfortunate to spectacular! I so love family bonding time now. Alicia sat down and consumed dinner together with us, I am in absolute awe with her intelligence and her girl-next-door look, she could answer every question so eloquently and her movements were as gentle as a dove – definitely a girl my parents would want as their daughter. If I have such a sister, I’ll definitely want my manhood in her high-class pussy everyday.



Dinner ended pretty quickly as everyone was famished due to the disgusting Mee Pok we had earlier during lunch, we donated a huge portion of it to the stray birds camping around us like vultures to corpses at the Bukit Gombak Food Centre.



Alicia excused herself and proceeded to her room on the 2nd floor, as my disappointment level hit sky high so did my stomach ache level, I needed the loo urgently but it was occupied by my dad. I rushed to the other toilet on the 2nd floor and as I was about to turn the door knob, the door swiftly opened by itself – lo and behold, Alicia was standing right in front of me wrapped tightly in a nice pink towel, her hair was dripping with water and part of her boobs were bulging out as if they were inviting me for a complimentary touch and feel session. At this point, my need to shit has miraculously vanished into space.



Alicia: <<shyly>> “oh hi”
Me: “hi, sorry, the toilet downstairs was occupied.”
Alicia: “that’s okay, didn’t get your name just now, my name is Alicia, what’s yours?”
*With one hand holding onto the towel, Alicia stretches her right hand to shake mine*



My heart was beating unusually fast and I was trying hard to show a poker face in order to prevent myself from portraying any pervert-like expressions – didn’t want to give a bad impression on our first meeting. I shook Alicia’s hand like a knight to her princess, it felt so good – her hand was soft, warm and wet right after her shower ((I wished that palm was adequately wrapped around my dick at that very moment)). Alicia then gave a sweet smile and told me that she will be right back after she is done changing. We then exchanged contact numbers and my story begins here…


Alicia – My Family Friend’s Daughter






Dear Samsters,

I don't mean to abruptly halt the story but I just received a WeChat message from a KTV girl - she has agreed to go sip on wine together with me. I'm going to take a shower and head out now.

Will continue once I get back (provided if I am not too drunk)
Thanks for understanding everyone!


With pleasure,
Notary