We stroked our dicks and compared a bit, talking about girls we knew and the irish girls, but were interrupted by a call from the rest our the group f...r us to join them at the pool.bizarrely as we finished up we didn't spunk but I think on my suggestion we both moisturised our semi hard cocks in the bathroom with one of the hotel lotions - something I don't think I have done before or since that trip - I remember it being great fun then really weird to go into the pool not long after.I was. I didn't though and held my gaze upon my parents, she looking at me as if judging my reactions. I sat still though my heart pounded in my chest. Why was mother telling me these things? Why had I not learnt of my grandfathers abuse of her prior to now?"Though a farmer, with calloused thick hands, he was very gentle with me... patient. Each lunch as he spoke to me, I would suck him. It always took a long time and when he finished, he would kiss my cheek and tell me that I was a good girl and that. While kissing, mom drops her back on the bed. He kisses mom (i.e. my wife) all around her neck and face. He places his hands on mom’s hips and belly, the area of exposed skin when wearing a saree. After a few minutes of kissing, then sits back on the bed. Mom starts to take off the safety pin she used to keep her pallu intact. Once the safety pin is out, Mohsin slowly takes off the drape and exposing my mom’s sleeveless blouse. He kisses her breast over the blouse while mom is squeezing her. She couldn’t stand the likes of me after having dropped out and she even helped me pack that same morning. She thrust the suitcase in the trunk of dad’s battered car, slammed the door after I’d gotten in lazily and bid me farewell from a distance. I wriggled in my seat uncomfortably, sliding all the way down until the top of my head was barely visible from the outside. I wanted to avoid everything and anyone, especially the guy sitting next to me. ‘Why’d you drop out?’ he asked dryly, still.