And she was being super-careful that whatever hadn't happened wouldn't happen again!Well, I knew she had enjoyed it. Oh, yeah! But she was bothered by...it, too. Why wouldn't she be? She'd be conflicted, at this point, for any number of reasons.I suspected that one thing Brenda was probably afraid about was my future behavior around other people. I mean, just about every human has had the embarrassing experience of being "humped," or nuzzled in their most private place, by an obtrusive canine.. But it was her husband who opened the door. I greeted him and went to sleep after I came to know that bhabhi was still asleep.I woke up to the sound of utensil rattling around 9:30 am. I got up and looked for bhaiya. But, he was gone and there she was, in the kitchen with her ass swinging sideways now and then in her tightly draped saree. That is what makes me go weak in the knees.I greeted my bhabhi. Her face was dripping with sweat, but still, she looked beautiful and sexy at the same. “What’s the joke, guys ... oh, shit!” She turned to leave. “Sorry, my bad!”“Cyn, wait!” Roger called as he pulled a pillow over his lap.She turned. “Don’t be embarrassed, sis. It’s just Program sex, like you said at the table,” he choked out and Roger and Ayame broke up again, roaring in laughter and holding onto each other.Cynthia giggled. “Okay, now, so what’s the joke, guys? Oh shit, Ayame, you’ve got his stuff all over you. Just what have you both been doing, anyway?”The two cracked up. “I would never ask you to do that, and I hope you know that I would never hurt your little girls. I grew up with unhappy children in a family that was joyless, where Armageddon was always just around the corner, and where rules and control and everything like that stifled any fun or games or real kind of childhood for us. I’ve mentioned this before, but it was a real, dismal kind of upbringing. I never got a birthday card, a birthday cake, a party, or anything like that. The last thing that I.