I and my 21-year-old son Raj reached home filled with embarrassment. I was flushed all through the journey and even after reaching home, I did not kno... how to react or even what to say any further. I guessed Raj was also going through the same thing since he did not even look at me, forget saying a word.Once inside the house, my son quickly retired to his room and locked himself up and so did I. The previous night’s incident was flashing in my head in images as if it was a dream. I was still. Main samajh jaati thi ki tu saala bahanchod ab apni mausi ki gaand bhi maarega aur wo chinaal bhi blouse bhi aisa hi phna karti hai ki saari choochi bahar latakti rhti hai rando upar ka hook bhi nahi lagaati hai kai baar to tere pita ji bhi mujhse usko sahi se kapde pahane ko kah diye hai wo bole the ki samjha lo meri saali ko warna baad me na khna ki maine choochi daba di aur main has kar taal jaati thi ab aaj tu bhi apni mausi ko chodne ko kh raha hai tu bhi saala bahut haraami ho gaya hai. .. Fuck Me, aw shit, I’m going to.......” she launched into more gasps, ohs and ahs and when she settled, I pulled out, looked over at Tracey. She was smiling and laid back already to receive her dose of cock.“Right” I said to Shelley, “I’d better see to this bitch. She looks like she needs a good fucking too”“You’d better give it to her hard and I want to see you stretch her arse too, I won’t be able to sit properly for a couple of days so why should she?” Shelley commented with an evil look. In the meantime, I still was not sure there was a major problem, and I still loved Jan with every breath. I began to enlist the help of my bandmates, got a small, local, vacant movie house, and set up an anniversary concert. Jan was aware of the plans and seemed very enthusiastic about it. She did not know that I planned a photo and video collage of the time we have been together. The date was set for the Saturday after the actual date.My contact got back to me four weeks before the concert.