She’d smile but move away from my reach and, standing at a distance, look me in the eye and shake her head as if to say “Don’t do this” – wh...ch only made me want her even more.Last week I was alone at home for a few days, my wife and daughter having gone off to attend a wedding at Delhi. It was a Friday when I decided to drop in at home during lunch time since I had come to meet a client in my neighborhood. I wasn’t too sure whether Varsha would be at home but to my joy and luck I found she. My curiosity and concern piqued in equal measure and laden with a sense of foreboding I followed her into the kitchen. We sat at the dining table, and she averted her gaze from my own, as if I were some frightful Basilisk, a snake that would turn her very essence to stone. In some respects that was entirely true, given how uneasy she seemed. It pained me immeasurably to see her so agitated. Finally, she broke the silence. “Tony…” she began. I glanced at her impassively, fearful that were I to. She tweaked his nipples as her butt bounced up and down on his face, spreading her cheeks either side of his chin.Soon she gave way to be followed by Caroline dribbling warm pussy fluid into his open mouth. Now he could taste the difference that eighteen months made - Claire's juice gushing was innocent and sweet, while Caroline's flow was stickier, earthier and altogether more grown-up.Claire sat behind her elder sister, furiously rubbing both their clits: the dribble turned into a red-hot. I'd had every room painted or papered when I moved in. Plus Yann and Janos had done quite a bit of redecorating.Unless this was a hospital.If this were a hospital, and I had a massive head wound, then white walls would make perfect sense. Yann was only my gardener. Janos didn't exist.I closed my eyes again. I knew it was a dream. I knew it. I was going to have to fire the boys; there was no way I was going to be able to look at them the same way. Then again, maybe not. Dreams fade. I'd probably.