Ithought that might be too much information."Oh, dear, I have been so wrapped up in listening to your story that Itotally forgot it is lunch time. Wou...d you please stay and have somesoup and a sandwich with me?" She got up and started moving about thekitchen."OK," I answered. I almost felt like I didn't have a choice, though Ididn't mind that too much."I get so lonely sometimes," she went on as she started the soup on thestovetop. "My daughters only come by when they feel obligated. You were both off in your bedroom if I'm not mistaken."Curt understood the reason for her barbed comment. She was a little bit jealous of him making love to Karol. Actually, it kind of pleased him for her to react that way. It meant she loved the cock he was giving her every once in a while and that she would give him lots more in the future. When she asked if she could stay at Jeannie's a lot later, he gave his permission."But not all night, young lady," he warned her."Oh Daddy," she answered.. Before I could speak, she had blown me a kiss and walked away.I sip my herbal brew and Marvin Gaye's 'Sexual Healing' plays on the radio. A thought in the back of my head tells me 'this could be an omen'. On reflection, the combination of Karen and Marvin Gaye is more like a horror movie.Karen has fed my imagination, and I picture her preparing for the evening. I imagine her feeling her tits after a bath, but before dressing. The thought of her pushing her breasts upwards until she can suck her. But imagine my surprise the next morning when I woke up – the boy who worked for us was back. His uncle had persuaded him to try for another few days! I couldn’t believe my bad luck. With my parents away, I still didn’t get to be alone with Chandni. She could see my impatience, and smiled sexily, showing her cleavage, and working away.By and by, the boy went into the garden to work on a patch. I was so desperate by then that I gathered Chandni in my arms, hugging and kissing her. The doors were.