" I put the bag at the foot of the stairs and took her hand. It was a bit moist.There was a half-bottle. I fetched two glasses and poured. "To us!" To...us."I picked up her free hand and kissed it. "I love you very much. Don't be afraid." I'm not afraid. Just uneasy." She put down her empty glass. We sat on the divan. I leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss. She threw her arms around me and squeezed. I reached out with my hand and softly brushed her lip. I ran my hand down to her chin and then. " Two words. I had surprised him."We need to talk," I said. The words every man longs to hear from his woman."I've just been -" Cut the crap. We really need to talk. Roger, go stretch your legs."There was no doubt about my authority. He got up quickly and mumbled, "I'm going to take a walk. I'll be back later."He scurried out of the room like he was afraid of police brutality.I closed the door behind him."How did you get him to let you in?" Except for you, there are two kinds of guys. One type. "I mean, keep your towel on. I'll just put your shorts in the wash with your other clothes."The girls were eyeing me greedily. Sighing, I turned my back to them. I could still feel their eyes on me, as I reached up beneath the towel, and slipped my boxer shorts off. They fell to the concrete with a wet smack. I stepped out of them, and Laura quickly rushed forward to pick them up.I realized that I was now alone with two girls, wearing just a flimsy towel and nothing beneath. I felt it loosening. This was his daily routine of fucking Roopa anytime in the night and anywhere. And it has became my daily routine to watch and shag.After looking at Roopa, I was planning to fuck Roopa. And started to work on plan. Days passed by. Mean while it was towards the end of the April month. Dad has to go to a business tour and Mom and myself were alone. That night Baccha Singh again at night 1 am came to his house drunk and demanded sex from Roopa. This time Roopa was very adamant to not to give her.