We continued to fuck each other day and night , eating fucking sleeping, We fucked in the bath room , in the kitchen, in the hall, in the bed room, an... on the terrace during night. No one suspected or could suspect because I am her sister's son. Her attitude towards life changed, She started taking more and more interest in herself , bought new sarees, always presenting her self in her best. I became man of the house, her unwedded husband. She became a new person- like teenage girl young wife,. I slid them up my already wet and sticky legs and over my garters and hips. “Take me home, my lover.”We straightened ourselves and got in the front seats for the drive home. I directed him to park a block away from my apartment. With a gleam in his eye, he asked “$100 for those panties?”“Oh? Another trophy for your collection?” we both laughed. I slid the damp panties off down my stockings and then let them dangle from my finger playfully. We completed our swap and I felt him watching me as I. She has known for a long time now about the scars and the truth about the fire, but this is the first time she has seen them, felt them. He stills below her, tensing; on his knees he lays a hand gently on the back of her calf for balance. Lizzie caresses Red’s shoulders, gently smoothing her hands over him until she feels him relax. “It’s ok,” she whispers, reassuring him. “I love you.”He raises his head then, looking deeply into her eyes, letting his gaze speak all the words that her touch. That will be up to you. Some things have to change." You have to give me another chance. I am sorry about what happened. I have never done anything like that before. I don't know what came over me."I said, "I do. You were drunk."Up till this point I was seeing the sweet Susan. The one I still loved, but she changed quickly."Yes I was drunk, but that was your fault. You should never have let me drink that much. You know I can't handle more than three drinks. You did nothing to stop me now we.