At eight o'clock, Brooke arrived and Dad left. He told Brooke that he would be home about eleven and that he expected us to be sound asleep well befo...e that. Brooke said that she would see that we were. Brooke was looking really hot that night, at least to us. She was wearing short cutoff jeans shorts and a bright yellow tube top. It looked like her tits had grown even from the last time we saw her. We watched as they bounced a little as she walked. We settled in to watch some TV but. One – the eldest, she thought, a white man with greying hair at his temples – approached her and she saw he had a knife in his hand. She almost screamed, but managed to suppress it. He reached out and sliced through each of her bra straps with a snap, then between the two cups. Her breasts tumbled heavily out, hanging there soft and inviting. He rested the cold metal of the knife against a nipple, making her shiver. Now the skirt he said, and she recognised him as the first one who spoke to her. “Not directly,” I said. Talking to a construct that looked like Hayden felt odd. “I’m not sure how much you know, but a lot has happened since ... you died.”Her brow furrowed and she nodded. She looked down at her own hands. “I know. This is weird. I look like your dead mother. For that matter, I’m acting like your dead mother.” She looked up again. “You may as well refer to me as Hayden. I know most of what she did.”I waved over to the chair next to the one I had been sitting in. “Sit down.. I held her waist and she started moving. She unbuttoned my shirt and kept her hands on my chest. She started hitting her ass on my crotch lifting it up and down.Me: Fuck! You are a nice rider.Neha lowered herself and started licking my chest. I grabbed her butt and lifted my ass up and started fucking her faster. Neha was not able to hold her moan for long. She started moaning loudly. The whole car was filled up with her seductive moaning.I grabbed her butt harder and started banging her.