He turns back towards the house for a moment and waves before getting in. We’ve been together three years now and I’ve found the partings getting ...arder and harder. It’s difficult too know which is worse; the going away or the coming back again. The closer we get to his going away, the more I feel like I'm walking on egg shells when it comes to anything about us. Well, maybe it’s the work. This time he’s going to Cambodia, north of Phnom Penh, working with the Vietnamese, helping the. Our office was situated in Delhi. There is a peon whose name is Masood working in our office. 4-5 years ago he took loan of 4 lacs from my dad for his daughters marriage, my father being a generous person gave him the money from office account.But till now he has only repaid only 50 thousand. I thought to take money back from him. One day I called him in my office and said “ Masood tum paise kab wapas kar rahe ho ? “ He started crying and gave many excuses. I said “ dekho tum kahin se paisa. As we pulled up the road toward Grampa's I noticed he's sitting in the porch swing. I smiled calmly, but my insides were screaming, 'Oh yeah, time to have some sexy fun!'Dad parked the car and I bolted out the door like a scared rabbit being chased by dogs.Dad looked and commented, "Looks like Trisha, is raring to go already. Who'd ever thought she'd like housework."Mom laughed and then told dad, "Well she told me, Grampa made house cleaning a game, and hid some money for her to find. Wonder if. I was panting, my body cheeks were burning, legs bucking in the stirrups I was came as I had not in years.After my body had calmed, with her fingers in my cunt she supported me off the exam table. I stood on my shaking legs looking past her with unseeing eyes, lost in the moment with my perspiration running down my body. My breathing calmed down and the light of recognition returned to my eyes. “Get dressed and I’ll see you in my office” she said in a clinical voice without a hint of.