The violence of my motions increased, and Lucilla’s sapphire eyes began to lose focus, lolling in their sockets. The muffled tones that she exalted ...gainst my pressing hand weren’t squeals and cries, but guttural, gasping sounds. I couldn’t keep my own sounds from filtering through. Aggressive growls burned past my lips, tones seeped in masculine lust, but expelled with a female pitch. Lucilla released her grip on my driving ass and cupped my flattened breasts. She changed the tenor of my cries. ‘Oh…hey,’ I said, hesitantly. ‘That was a good night, yeah?’ ‘The night’s not over yet,’ Sophie replied, her green eyes sparkling with a hint of humour in them. I grinned uncertainly and focused on something in the background. God, she made me lust for her. I thought back to the childhood I had shared with her. Best friends in primary school, running through the schoolyard and fighting imaginary bullies, thinking up nasty ways for them to die. Later on in our years we grew up and usually spent. Hat ta dore bollam je kakima amar tomake khub valo lage ,bole joriea dorte chailam,kintu kakima amake ek jotkai soriye dilo r ultopalta bolte laglo,bollo ami toke hote dekechi, ami tor mayer moto r tur ekkuni chole ja ami prochur voi peyegelam thor kore kapte laglam,r beriye vogoban k dakte thajlam, vogban khoma kore dao r ei vul kaj korbo na ratrie kichu kelam na suye porlam.Prai 2/4din holo ami kakimar sathe kata bola to dur muk tule dekte parlam na,khub voye,voye din katchilo, kintu ekdin. I know you have done it with your friends in the past, then why not with me? I saw your photos.”Mom: It was in the past, and you are like my son! Don’t do it again.She then went to her room in anger. My hands were shaking in fear. What happens if she tells dad? Such thoughts came in my mind. Somehow, I fell asleep.In the morning, I went down and looked around. But there was no sight of my mom. I went to her room and slightly opened the door. She looked normal and was preparing to take a bath.My.