” “Good. I want you to conjure some images in your mind.” “What images?” “Okay. You’re lying on your back, naked, with your legs spread ...ide and Drew’s cock inside you.” Cary’s eyes popped open. “No!” she said. “You already did it, Cary. Just close your eyes and see it in your mind.” “Oh, God!” she wailed. “How does it make you feel?” “Bad. I can see it; feel it. But it’s not yours. It’s bad.” “But it feels good, doesn’t it?” “I… yes. It feels good, but I’m feeling bad about it.” “Because of. End of discussion." I walked away muttering. The next morning, Elliot picked me up early. He hugged and kissed mom, stayed for a few minutes, then he ruffled my hair, pulling me close to his side. "Well mom, we gotta head out." I squirmed out of his grip. We walked out to his car, and he threw my bag in back. I climbed into the passenger seat, almost slipping in my heels. "Why you all dressed up, sis?" he laughed at me, as he pulled out of the driveway. "Well, last time I was out at your place,. My dad was obviously very hard working and was mixing with our workers very freely. I had seen him embracing our worker ladies in secret places. I had also seen him lying on our wokers Ayesha, in the paddy fields and was obviously mounting her.I had seen him inserting his palm inside the saree of the lady workers and they used to just giggle and cooperate with him.Now coming to my mom, Radha, she looked very dignified at the outset and I could never imagine that she also could indulge in above. .naturally, the slightly older college student...proclaimed as such by the Boston College sweat shirt...nearly as drunk as she was...wanted to know why the sad face.“Oh, I love a concerned man,” she sobbed. “This is my mom.”Time out for introductions.He staggered to his feet and kissed my hand, “Pleased to meet you.” He turned to a handsome man in the vicinity of my age and said, “This is my dad.”A second round of introductions, mostly slurred and generally unintelligible.Eventually, the.