I swear. Why would I lie to you?Me: Anyways, it doesn’t matter.Lopa: Okay. So, how are you?Me: I am good. How about you?Lopa: I am good.Then, we had...a general conversation for a while. Suddenly, she asked me.Lopa: Do you love music?Me: Yes.Lopa: What do you want me to play? I have Bollywood and English.Me: Bollywood, please.Lopa: How about Kala chasma?Me: My favorite.Then, she started to play the song and began to dance for me. When she danced, I could see the sexy structure of her whole body.. "Mom isn't here, and we've both seen each other naked," referring to her spying on me fucking her mother. "I know, but I don't think this is a good idea, Sweetheart." I said, with less conviction than I was hoping."Come on dad," she pleaded, as she continued to strip. She was down to her bra and panties. "I don't want to go all the way upstairs. Besides, my suit's in the laundry. Can't I just get in like this?" pointing to her lingerie clad body. "Ok." I relented, my cock now at full mast. There was a woman snoring next to me. I looked. Thick, long, black hair. Really thick.Memory came flooding in. I’d done it again, gone home from a party with some girl.She had been eyeing me all night, but I hadn’t thought her very interesting. Normally I’m wild about oriental women, but this one seemed kind of lifeless. She was large, for a Chinese girl [for that’s what she turned out to be; Chinese American]. Not fat, a little heavy though. Largish breasts.And as I. He woke at seven, and heard movement in the house. Celia had returned as usual very early. It reminded him again of how difficult it had always been to rouse her when they were living together. Then he thought how early she would have had to go to bed the night before, which in turn led to a picture of Alex and she in frenzied sexual congress, and that resulted in a feeling of annoyance. At least he thought it was annoyance, and pushed down the idea it might be jealousy.For once the children.