I saw the old Chevy coming up the street. It seemed to be going too slow to do anything. Surely Mrs. Crowley would slam on the brakes and yell at Wes ...o watch where he was going.She kept coming. I heard a crunch as the tire ran over the lawnmower. She still kept coming.Wes wasn't smiling. It looked like he was trying to cry out but I heard no sound. How could he twist his body like that? I heard someone screaming, then realized it was me.It got quiet. I covered my face with my hands. Make it go. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of orange juice. As I began to eagerly poor it into my glass, I felt warm hands around my waist. “Hello there, sexy” A voice whispered in my ear before lightly kissing my neck. The surprise almost caused me to miss the glass. “Tami, cut it out.” I say to her, lightly pushing her off of me. “Why? You didn’t enjoy our fun last night?” she says and playfully tugs on my underwear. “You know I did, and stop because Mason could be up any minute.” “Why. I would go to work early in the morning and come back by 3. Simran would come home at 10 and complete all her chores by that time.Then she would have sex with me for about half an hour, and we would take a shower together. Simran would continue with her work while I slept.Sometimes when Simran is too horny, and my father is not at home, we would have sex another time at 8 after dinner before she left the house. This became too monotonous.One day while having sex, Simran said, “Darling, my aunt. Possibly about doing something together this weekend. Maybe going on a date since we have already fucked. Then I thought about a question I needed to ask her. "Hey, Ashlyn. Why weren't you wearing a bra or panties earlier?" Well, I was wearing some at the gas station, then after you offered me a ride and I took them off hoping to just tease you. But I am glad it turned into something more," she said squeezing my hand at the end. ----------------------Before I knew it we were back at her house.