Monique Keunsberg was several years younger than Claudia, and a blonde haired, blue eyed, German mädchen; a small statured, voluptuous package, with ... prominent bosom counterbalanced by magnificent buttocks.Monique was an opera singer of some repute, her voice a melodic soprano, almost a mezzo-soprano, with the volume one would assume given her large bosom.She would spend some nights away tending to her lover Horst Wessel, but she and Claudia would appear at breakfast most morning, surrounded. "Caitlin. Kayla. I'm back. Dinner is here," I said.And what I saw about thirty seconds later shocked me. I stood there, unable to move. Kayla and Caitlin walked up the ladder one at a time giggling and stepped up to the deck on the cement. And then they stopped. And stared at me without a word.My step daughter Kayla was standing there topless. And I thank God I had a pair of jean shorts on because my fucking dick just about blew out of my boxer shorts. I was staring at a girl about 125 pounds. Mujhe pata chal raha tha uss samay tere saamne kya kya ho raha tha. Jab dekha tu behoshi mein bhi firse behosh ho gaya tab main uthi aur tujhe jagane lagi.Maa: Kyuki uss pal agar na jagaya hota to tu kabhi nahi jaagta. Aab hato jara iss occult kriya ko khatam karte hai. Le pehle thoda pani pee le.Maine paani pine ke baad seedha baitha to sahi par fir bhi kaapne laga.Aab maa ne kaha –Maa – Aab haath aage kar!Maine kiya. Aur ek chaku rakkha tha sindoor lagaya hua. Usse maane mere haatho ke talwe. Last year I got depressed. This year I felt myself falling into a slight depression. Other people have lives too and it isn't their job to make my birthday special. I know that if I asked them they would do what I wanted but I don't need a party or a cake to make me happy. I went in, did my schoolwork and studied.April stopped by and asked if I wanted to have dinner with her so we went over and had some oysters. She said she had a lot of homework but wanted to wish me a happy birthday. It was.