"Oh my god!" I gasped while the clicking continued.Jess put the camera onto the table and reached down. "Give me your hand, let’s get you on the cou...h."Catherine took my other arm and I was hauled onto the couch, squeezed between them but not really caring about the skin contact that would have made me rather uncomfortable an hour earlier."They’re swollen. And they hurt!" They look beautiful. A true work of art, if I may say so." Catherine’s tone was light."I can’t even go out like this. And I. Coincidence be screwed, this queen was being fucked by my aunts husband, simple as that! A few other details followed, that left me in absolutely no doubt that Rob was leading a double existence. Gail, mom’s sister was married to Rob. Gail was about thirty-three years old, and Rob thirty-four. Gail was eleven years younger than my mom, and because of their differing ages, I had always referred to them as Rob and Gail, dispensing with the aunt and uncle formalities. Rob was a hot man, and I had. He grew up in Mumbai, the city of dreams. A city which will give you in abundance but will also take a part of you Aryan was a dreamer and knew about manifestations by practicing it. From a young age, he understood that it requires a lot of patience, perseverance and hard work and you could achieve anything. You might not get what you wanted immediately or in a year or two. But when you look back and if you have put in real efforts, the universe and the higher power will bless you with. The point was driven home even more poignantly after she silenced the alarm. Rolling over on her back, she allowed her arms to stretch to their length on either side of her...touching nothing. The bed was certainly large enough for her and a significant other to sleep comfortably without ever getting in each others way, but in the weeks since inheriting the regal piece of furniture she had only called it her own."Why should this bed be any different than my others?," she quipped to herself..