The water in my room got closed. I needed drinking water immediately so I went and rang the door-bell. I think she was in the kitchen.She asked, “Wh... is that?”I replied, “Naanu (me) Madhan.”She told, “Olage banni (come in).”She saw me with a water bottle, “Yen neer beka, banni bandu tumbkolli (You require water, please come in and fill up.)”I went inside the kitchen. She showed me the filter and continued her chapatis preparation. I asked her, “Where are the kids?” She said, “Left for school.”. “How about right now?” Patrick enveloped his squealing daughter in a bear hug and kissed his wife. He smiled at Summer and said “How are you settling in, Summer?” He said as he kissed her on the cheek.“Fine – Daddy,” Summer smiled. It felt odd to her calling him that for the first time. When he smiled in pleasure, she almost melted. Her new Daddy was so gorgeous; she hoped someday she could find a boyfriend as hot as her father. Even at 37, Patrick Connors was a broad-shouldered, huggy. The deeper my breathing, the more you tugged on my messy pink hair. I pulled open my kimono and pressed my bare chest against yours while I nibbled on your neck and massaged your ass. I yanked away and looked up into your gleaming ‘I dare you’ eyes. I kept looking into your eyes as I slowly dropped to my knees and unbuttoned your khaki shorts. You’d obviously been more concerned with making coffee that morning than getting dressed because you weren’t wearing any boxers. I pulled your zipper. "Marian scooted and sat up straight, cross-legged, her eyes bright with excitement. "I could sew that for you easy, make you the cute little hat."The way she was now sitting, I could clearly see her panties, how they were a light turquoise patterned with little magenta flowers. I could even see the little indentation the fabric made in the exact midpoint between her thighs, at the very bottom. Knowing what girls looked like, and even though it was my sister, some part of my brain started.