She was happy. She gave me directions to the studio where her lessons were held. I wasn’t the ballet or dance type but I’m happy to see her do som...thing positive. We pulled up and I opened the door to let her out. She got out and looked back at me with her brown eyes and said, “You’re not gonna come watch me?”“Nah sweetheart, I gotta try to make the gym for my fight next weekend.”“But no one is here with me but you. Plleeeeasseeeee?” Natasha had gotten me again. I turned off the engine got out. Jai laga apne kapde utarne. Namrata use dekh kar puchhne hi wali thee ke wo bola …Jai –ghabrao mat namrata, jab tak tumhara mama jinda hai, tumhe kuchh nahi hone dega. Us zeher ko khod nikalne ka ek tarika hai mere pas. Par thoda dard hoga.Namrata ko apne mama ki bato ko sunkar tasalli huyi, use pyar ane laga tha apne mama par, ke wo use kitna pyar karte hai. Itne me jai nanga hogaya, aur uski lund dekh kar namrata ko shock laga.Namrata —- mama … Ruk..Ruko … Aah … Ugghh …Wo kuchh kehne hi. This time I kiss a trail to her ear and bite it.I don't stop. I playfully bite and her ear and kiss her, leaving a trail own her neck towards her breasts.I make my way pass the hollow between her breasts. I give a peck to each one, then continue my way down. Stomach, naval. I get down in the floor on my knees and unbutton her cutoffs. No refusal there.She raised slightly so I can slide them down, revealing her pink and white plaid panties. Dark course spirals of pubic hair curl out from the. But at least I had the satisfaction of knowing that she had not broken me. Victor had. Victor and his purple pile-driver. **************Never, ever would I have thought they would include me. They didn't always. But when they left the bedroom door open it was an invitation. I would enter and strip naked. The very sight of Victor's hard, sculpted nakedness did two things to me. It filled me with shame over my own.