"Talk to you in a little bit."When she walked in the door, everything looked normal. Completely normal. John was even sitting in his chair, watching T..., as usual. There were half a dozen empty beer bottles on the floor beside his chair, and a full one on the table beside him. He turned to look at her, sneered, and then, contemptuously, looked back at the screen.The sense of normalcy ended at her bedroom door.He'd torn the room apart. Everything was in a shambles. Her clothes were lying. I quickly turned around to see him look away pretending not too be aware of my pussy staring him right in the reddening face. That's bullshit I said you never did that. What you don't believe me I can prove it . Liz gets up and walks out the door and in a few seconds reappeared with Mark in tow she closes the door and says to Mark drop your shorts I'm going to teach Rachel to suck your cock . Without hesitation he drops his shorts as Liz reaches and gently strokes his cock then licks the head. I certainly don’t feel like I’m in a position to give anyone advice about her. What I thought to know about her has just turned out to be a big illusion. Ah, this damn self-pitying again. I hate myself for this, but I seem to revert to it again and again. It is self-destructive, but the role as a victim is oh so tempting and comfortable. No sense in pursuing this now, I already know that the full impact of what I’m seeing will hit me bad enough later. That it will lead to questions about my. Tha papa bole kya kar kar rahe ho unhone loudspeaker on kar diyaPapa: kya kar rahe hoUncle: kuch nahi bus aam chusne ki tayari hai(meri chuchio par hath farete hue bole) Papa: yaar muje aur teri bhabi ko to party mai jana padega subah tak hi aa payege tum tanu ka khayal rkhnaUncle: aaram se jao, yaar itne din ho gaye aaye hue koi laundia nahi mili koi jawan kali se khelne ka man kar raha hai, mai muskra rahi thiPapa: tumhari aadat gayi nahi kya abi tak jawan ladkio se maze lene ki ab to sudar.