I wanted to fuck her and I wanted to fuck her now. Strange, isn’t it? I had just finished fucking every man’s wet dream, my cock still damp with h...r juices, her fragrance still heavy in my nose. Already, I was thinking about another woman. Her mother, yet. But, I felt those stirrings between my legs. I decided not to dwell on the ethical and moral ramifications of that dilemma. Rather, I decided to call Mary and order her to the coast.“Bert wants me to stay here, Davy. He wants this time to be. She was mature enough and still was not responding and still very comfortably doing her kitchen works. But same time I was full of temptation. She prepared tea & replied……Anuj, your tea is ready now..At same time door bell rung…..Tring…Tring.She got separated from me and proceed towards door.I took my cup of tea and start thinking (Aaditya might came back.) and came back to drawing room.Sujatha opened the door. Mrs. Sinha was on the door.Mrs. Sinha…..Sujatha this is cake. Aaditya might be late. .." Shrugging, I made a chopping gesture at my neck."I'm guessing he killed them," Ashley yelled from the kitchen. I hadn't seen her or Jewel leave the room."Oh man! He definitely killed them!" Jewel yelled. "The walls and floor are covered in blood." Redecorating?" Bianca asked with a raised eyebrow.I wanted to be cool and say something like 'White walls are so yesterday', but she turned around and walked into the living room."You killed Robert and his mom!" Tara screamed at me."They were. This is where our story comes to a end, well let's rewind and read the back of our book for some backstory.[Y/n] was a stunning woman in life,With her own share of problemsalways kept in shape and fit from her childhood teachings from her drunk and militant father.A active military man but hated the word duty he drowns his anger with life's liquid courage, his living daughter was always there to greet him home but he saw it as a annoying thorn.He being the drunk he was thought that if he should.