Rajashree’s mother died a year after Raghunath went missing, her father didn’t allow either sister to set foot in their home for the funeral at fi...st but then allowed their presence during the last rights and cremation in crematory when the relatives urged him to.He was still bitter with Rajashree for running away and with Laxmi for having contact with Rajashree. Laxmi’s life wasn’t very good either. Her husband lost everything in gambling and later committed suicide a few weeks before Rahul’s. I doubt she had time enough to do more then wash her hands by the time we were back in the living room. I also would have liked to know if she had put her panties back on or not but did not have long to ponder it. "You two alright? You are painting," observed our father. "And what is with the candles?" asked our mother. "What? No, we are fine," lied my sister none to convincingly. Luckily our parents did not really care. "What ever," replied our dad. "Hope you two behaved yourselves." Oh, if. For the first time in a long while, it was Katherine who had been seduced rather than the other way around and that was a situation that she had found exhilarating. When she returned to her room after today’s promotional event, she had found a note stuck under the door. When she read it, the feelings of arousal that had been simmering away since her session with Grace in the dressing room were immediately brought to the surface again. It seemed only five minutes ago that she had been slipping a. I was at her house. It was so kewl. You know like in a TV show, or a commercial—you see a dude jumpin out of a window, and running down the street”? “Ya dawg—ya--so what the fuck”? “Dudes—I got to do that shit—I mean like, for real. So I'm up there, in her room right? I'm bucked out—totally ass fuckin naked, and I'm munchin her out—right ?Dudes—that pussy is sloppy as shit, and damm it's good. So I'm just buried in her cunt, right. I mean, I got pussy juice all over my fuckin face. I'm boned up.