He came to me and started a conversation.Dad: you must be having some thought worrying you inside but you never let the feelings come out. How did you...manage everything, Riddhi?Riddhi: Nothing dad, what are you taking even I do not have any clue about that.Dad: Do not be kidding, you are most sensible in our family and it is not hidden to me. It is about a marriage proposal that came for you and I could not do anything better for you. I do not have bank balance now and I require some time. So I. At this point I had no recollection of the incident with Truly. “My throat isn’t as sore.” “Must be the medicine,” he said. “You might be fit for the party after all.” “Party?” I asked. It sounded more like a yawn than a word, but my dad understood. “Guess you weren’t really awake when I told you,” he said. “I’ll tell you later. Here, swallow this.” I lifted my head up, gulped down the foul-tasting medicine, and rested back onto the pillows. My father left without another word, and I almost. She said when she's fucking in missionary position, she can spread her legs enough, and angle her pelvis in a certain way, that allowed my cock or Rick’s, to bump against that deep spot, that felt so good to her.I understood what Ann was talking about, but she had never explained it before. I noticed for years, that sometimes, when we were fucking in missionary, and we were both getting close at the same time, she would move her hips into a different position. When she did that, I could feel. If he would take control of the dildo, I could get more comfortable and try some positions that didn't really work when it was just me and Bruno.Dan was completely agreeable, and I couldn't decide whether to be happy or pissed. What the hell, I decided, go with the flow. "If I'm going to be naked you should be too," I said.Dan was out of his clothes in an instant, and he already had an nice size erection. The gangbang video was still playing, so he might have been reacting to that, but I don't.