When she could finally make out his face, he looked up and smiled at her. He stopped and stood next to the table. "Hi there," Jessica said, smiling. ..."Hello yourself," he said, beaming. "C'mon, let's go." He helped her down, and he put his arm around her shoulder, wandering through the park. They followed the paths, making small talk. The path got darker. The further they went, the less they spoke, but he kept her close. Finally, there was not artificial light around them. The paved path had. We moved without thinking in perfect time to the music, and we kissed through the applause at the end of the song.I met hundreds of people. Literally. Too many to really remember, but I made an effort to file the names and faces away. If it was possible to remember, I wanted to give it a try. There were countless McKessons and Hallidays, but there were also Waites and Culbertsons and Aillards. All with various ties to the Clan and to our history and success.There was food! Lord was there food.. I would sneak up in the kitchen, open her hair, would start massaging her hair, back and waist in the kitchen while she was working. I had gained the freedom to touch her except for boobs and ass. That too changed after some time.Massaging her head, back and waist were normal now, so I decided to take it a bit further. My brother had gone to a wedding, he would only return late night. My mom asked me to give company to my Bhabhi. I decided to take our playful behaviour further. I usually won’t. I was railing her pussy in the backseat while she screamed her way through the whole thing (and damn was she loud). Out of nowhere, she demanded I fuck her in the ass. I happily obliged. There was no lube, spit, or prep to work her up to having a cock shoved in her tight asshole. I was a first-timer at this and god damn it, when I’m told to fuck my girls ass, I do it. She propped herself up in a modified doggy position with one leg up on the bench seat and one on the floorboard while I shoved.