Walking home from my bus stop I began to reminisce of Diwali last year when I caught him looking at me. This was not a brotherly look at all. It kind ...f scared me I suppose. Finally I reached home. Noticing no car in the driveway I bounced into the house hoping I was all alone. I dropped my bag in the hall and stripped my heavy coat from my body. Ascending the stairs my skirt bounced against the back of my thighs. All I wanted to do was get out of this skirt and get into my comfortable boxers.. With Mack’s need for clothes as well as some needed for her own kids a shopping trip is on today’s agenda for them all.When they sit down to a light breakfast Mack asks, “Excuse me, John, Helen, but how do you wish me to address you all the time? I’m not going to be calling you Mum and Dad or Aunt and Uncle, since you’re neither of those to me. Also, Mister Thomas and Missus Thomas is too long and formal for everyday use in such close quarters.”Helen replies, “Mack, I spoke to Irene a lot over. He lay down his penis like a mast, it had been a while since he had had control… “kiss it then straddle it” she dutifully bent to the stiff member and gently kissed it as if it was an altar offering, then she straddled him and slowly fed his erectness into her sex as she lowered herself onto him…the feelings were sublime, warm soft tissue gripping him, or for her, invading her guts, not a few minutes with the butcher for meat, or that dogs rigid and quick hammering, or Gerald`s crude. As she gasped and sweated, her fingers aching from the effort, she thought ahead to her party, the first one, of course, she was ever able to go to, and naturally so because her own had to come first before she was of age to go to any other.As her fingers probed and explored her now strangely smooth crotch, she reminded herself of the stories Alifa, her best and closest friend, had told her about her own coming of age party, not so many months earlier. Now, she too could have sex with as many.