The image of a prettybut tarty waitress gazed back at me. The satin dress clung to my breastsand tightly corseted waist, my curly blonde wig cascaded ...o the shoulder.I could smell the strong musky perfume Annette had applied; my cheapjewellery only added to my appearance as a sexy, sluttish waitress. Myshiny black shoes had higher heels than any I'd worn before. The meaningof the innocent looking little flower continued to trouble me but mythoughts were interrupted when a man put his head round. He was literally prying me open. I quickly had my hands on his thighs, signalling to him when to stop pushing. He was now three or four inches deep inside of me.Koushik repeated this cycle of pulling out and pushing deeper three or four more times, gaining an inch or so each time.Once he was able to get half of his penis inside of me, each successive thrust seemed to contact the front wall of my uterus sending a pleasurable shot through my core. I was responding to the head of Koushik’s penis. About two hours after we went to bed, I thought my brother was still awake because I heard a noise in his room and I could not sleep, (I think I was waiting for dad to come in my room, because I was lying in bed naked and just playing with my body) I got up and went into my brothers room and got the biggest shock of my life, I could just see a shadow of a figure and thought it was my brother, I reached out and touched it on the back because it was lying on its side, then I found out it was mum,. The relics and remains are backward-looking, not prospective." How did I get such a smart wife?" That's 'wifie' to you!" Yes, dear." Did you know Cait's going west for Christmas and the New Year?" No. I hadn't thought about it at all." Well, I think we should have them and Sarah and maybe Mark and Allison and have a sort of pre-Christmas anniversary dinner somewhere." Nice notion. You wouldn't have an eighth in your head, so Sarah won't be odd woman?" Well..." And it wouldn't happen to be.