" "Well thank you." I continued caressing her and massaging her back. Letting my fingers work there way down her back massaging her all the way to her...butt. I took more oil and poured some on her ass. Watching it slowly slip in between her cheeks. Then I let my finger slowly follow the path of the oil until it reached her rosy hole. I slipped a finger in and carol squirmed with delight. She cooed as my finger penetrated her ass. I knelt between her legs and took both my hands and separated her. Other formations were sprawled among the green piles of trees as if they were installations in the hedge garden of a modern art museum. I was getting out of breath. The sun was beating down very hard on my head and I was starting to get a bit dizzy.By the time we reached the flat vista, I was sweating bullets and was somewhat nauseous. Dave looked concerned. The view of the coast, ocean and channel islands was breathtaking. There was a pleasant ocean breeze. I looked for pelicans but couldn't. One night, you're near my house and decide to stop by and pay a visit... it's been a while since we've chatted. As you walk up to the house you notice the door is open a little but one car is gone.. you think that seems odd so you walk to the door, and knock. You hear nothing and think maybe you should check it out, just to make sure everything is OK. You walk in the front door and call out my name but hear nothing. Getting a little concerned, you work your way through the house, noticing. Humari personal ban ke rahogi.” and they put on their clothes and left.I was crying like hell. What kind of a son am I? What kind of a brother? I couldn’t be the man of our family. I couldn’t a good son. I couldn’t be a good brother. Mom and preeti washed themselves and they were depressed. I was angry and beating myself. It took us days to recover from the shock. Nobody spoke anything. But one day my mother broke the silence “Tere samne itna sab kuch ho gaya beta. Teri maa aur behen ki izzat.