It is nothing new or special for our families to surprise each other occasionally with a surprise visit. So I decided to give them a surprise visit fo... lunch.It was 9.45. I knew that Karan’s wife Tara would start preparing lunch only after 12.30. They always prefer to have a heavy breakfast and a late lunch. I decided to reach their place by 12. I got ready, drove to their apartment by 11.50. I reached their flat, rang the doorbell.Tara opened the door; she was surprised to see me. She was. He got me toset the table, as I did so I heard mum come home. "Hi honey" she said asshe came into the kitchen wearing a suit and tie. She kissed my dad onthe cheek and then ruffled my hair, I hate it when she does that "heysport" she said to me. I greeted her and then dad told her that dinnerwould be ready shortly so she headed upstairs to get changed. Not longafter mum came back down wearing a purple polo shirt and jeans. Dadserved the food and we all sat down to eat."How was everyone's day?". Her red hair hung to the middle of her back, straight as a flat iron. Her legs were perfectly shaped with no hair on any part of her lower body. She was built angelically, beautifully. The fantasies of her nightmares, and wet dreams. She just wanted to taste that heavenly scent she always smelled when she walked in the room after Alex’s night of sex. She sighed and turned back to her book, well halfway. She couldn’t help but feeling wet at the submissive sight in front of her. All she had to do. The boss pushed the artist’s impression drawing of the finished house at me and said show me. So I roughly sketched in the changes I thought would be improvements. Later that day I was called into the little shed we were using as a site office. There I found the Boss, the owner of the house and the architect. After some strong words were exchanged between the architect and the owner my changes were added to the plan. It was on the day we handed the newly converted house over, that the architect.