My dreams at night were subject to flashes of Gabriela as she walkedpast me toward the beach, always facing forward, never looking my way.There too wa... the constant niggling in my mind of returning to myfather's business...the pressure of taking it over and trying to make itprofitable always there, always a worry for him.The phone ringing brought me to sudden wakefulness as I sluggishly satup from the programmed call. "Shit..." I sighed and trudged into the bathto make myself ready for the long. He crossed the room andsat at the table, and reached for his glass - Dutch courage was needed!"So did you have a nice pee? It looks like your little man has becomeexcited," she commented pointing to his crotch. He looked down, it wastrue, you could see the bulge. He blushed. "And where are your panties?"she inquired in a loud voice. "Shhhh," he hissed, as he surreptitiouslypulled the satin from his pocket. "Hand them over." He passed them toher. She held them up and admired them. "Such good. ’ ‘I’ve got a brother too?’ Susan said, obviously surprised by what she was hearing. ‘Yeah, if you’d have talked to your mother,’ I answered ‘you’d have known as much as I do.’ ‘Well,’ Susan answered ‘I did talk to her and she told me everything, from her stupid mistress-gone-pregnant-pushing-for-more mistake to the painful experience of giving birth and the even more horrible experience of having to care for a baby. Everything except who our dad is. She told me she wasn’t allowed to tell. With this Ayesha could not stop screaming.After a few minutes, she removed her legs from my shoulder and we were in missionary position. I was ramming her hard at a steady pace in that position. I saw Ayesha’s eyes seeing towards the main door on the right side. Seeing this I was about to turn my face without interrupting my pace.But Ayesha held my face with her hands not allowing me to turn towards the door. She pulled me and started smooching passionately biting my lower lip. I knew something.