I walked up to the third floor, slipping my jacket off as I did so and loosening the tie I had worn as a matter of course, even though it was the week...nd. When I got to this mysterious boy's apartment door, it was ajar. "This is fucking madness," said something in my brain. I wasn't listening.I went inside, closing it behind me. "In here," a voice called out.He was lying on an unmade single bed inside the first room off the hallway. trying to look casual and bold as brass. Failing to.As I. The guest girl too was superb sexy and the father did his duty without knowing what his wife and daughter enjoyed. After 9 pm the man and guest girl went to his room and as arranged the mom girl duo were in my bed for whole night. May be there were about 20 ejaculations over night and we repeated several fucking games and mom was greatly happy to fulfill dream of 13 big years. The girl doll is great that I shall keep fucking for life. With promise to be back in Diwali, I left but making them. She’d zoned out, the kind of zoning out you do when you look at something long enough and start to not look at it anymore but look through it. The kind of zoning out we all do when we need a short brain nap, like the brain is cozied up under blankets and it’s raining outside and it’s watching a Lifetime movie but ... not watching it. Yes. We all need brain naps.“Hi?” She said, more to wake herself out of her mental break than to acknowledge the source of the voice.“Hi,” the source of the voice. ‘Fuck off’ said Bex ‘Let me explain to Chris Ok Bex? I think it’s his decision whether I go or not’ Becki turned to me, silently asking me what I wanted to do, I looked past her at Chris, I saw the sorrow in his eyes, the regret, the silent plea for forgiveness. ‘Fuck off’ I said. And with that Becki slammed the door. She turned to me and smiled, ‘Well done Mr Assertive’ ‘Thank you Miss Slammy’ ‘Miss Slammy?’ ‘It’s the first thing that came into my head’ ‘Call that wit? It’s fucking awful’ I.