Dad started fucking me harder and Mom was still rubbing my clit. Dad took my leg over his shoulder and he leaned over me. Dad fucked me really hard in...that position for a minute. Mom was talking dirty to Dad asking him to fuck me harder. “Ah, look at that sweet tight pussy of my princess,” Mom said, “Fuck her, honey. Fuck your daughter hard,” Mom said to Dad. “Get in doggy position, my little princess,” Dad said. “Yes, fuck me from behind, Dad,” I said and I bent over the bed. Mom turned on the. Her husband was out in the garage tinkering on something. She closed her eyes and traced the line between her clit and her creamy center. The television was on, she could here the channels flipping. Cereal was being poured into bowls. It was time for their mother to be up, yet she lay there still, not wanting the night before to be over, not wanting the fantasy to end. His mouth covered hers solidly without giving her the opportunity to change her mind. His hands, tangled in her wet hair, held. He knew she had planned to steal away without him knowing and likely was going to leave a letter behind as explanation. He swallowed, listened to the elevator lower. His eyes looked to the array of paintings and he noted in thought, she was more complex than any of the others before her. Yet, she was the only ever to get as close as she had. He set down the fork then rose from the table. Toward the wall of painted portraits he moved, his mind not where he knew it should be, his art. Her. After a while aunty came to my room.A: my friend is here. Come with me to my room. Don’t worry, she is downstairs. She won’t see you.I followed aunty to her room quickly. There aunty gave me my clothes and asked me come down. I went downstairs and met her friend. She was good looking and she must have been of almost the same age as aunty. Aunty introduced me to her. Her name was nilima. She was a modern lady. She wore a sleeveless blouse with low neck and a green saree. She had sun glasses on.