Bharti: Aaa. Kuch nahi aunty.Sarika: To? Hahaha! Padhaayi ka zyada pressure hai kya?Bharti kissa badalne ke liye turant muskurati hui boli: Nahi aunty... Woh, ye aapki nighty kaafi achi hai. Wahi dekh rahi thi.Sarika: Oh thanks. Tumhe achchi lagi?Bharti: Haan, achchi hai. Thodi modern with traditional lag rahi hai.Turant Kavita muskurati hui Bharti se boli: Achcha to kya meri nighty modern nahi?Bharti apni maa ko chidaati hui boli: Aaahaaa! Modern huh. Modern ki spelling bhi aati hai. I can’t help myself, I struggle against it but I feel my arousal growing in my pants. By the licentious wiggle she uses against me, I can tell she knows of my dilemma as well. The moment seemingly ends with the music, but she remains flirty and bright. Grabbing my hand, she leads me outside, on to the patio overlooking the St. Johns river and across is the Landing, all aglow with it’s neon lights. We walk and chat like the old friends we sort of are. And that is, of course, an amusingly thread. "Umm... Jake, I feel a bit dizzy, you know," she answered. She had the most beautiful voice, kind of high pithced but not childish or anything, I even loved hearing her talk, she was amazing."Come with me, I'll show you the way to the bedroom, and you can lie down there if you want, there's a nice cozy bed," I said. I wasn't sure if she was gonna fall for that one, but she did. She followed me to my parents' room. There was a big king sized bed. After entering, I locked the door, I didn't want. Chores. Normal. “Yeah, sure of course!”She kissed my forehead and went out the door.Taking a break from homework was a godsend, so I went into the kitchen and started cleaning this evening’s meal off the plates. I had headphones in so I nearly dropped a plate when hands wrapped around my waist.I looked back and Ethan was there. “I like to see my girl helping around the house.”I tried to pretend this was normal, “Yeah- mom asked me to do it.”“Well, don’t let me interrupt.” He said in my ear. I.