“Happy birthday, Allison,” you say softly before setting the cupcake down on the coffee table in front of me. You set the bag down next to it and ...it next to me on the couch. You lean over and I can swear I feel your lips brush against my neck before you’re whispering in my ear, “Make a wish.” I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and wish desperately, certain it will never come true. “What’d you wish for?” you ask, your face still close enough to mine that I feel your breath across my face.“I can’t. What do you think spies are: priests, saints and martyrs? They’re a squalid procession of vain fools, traitors, too, yes; pansies, sadists and drunkards, people who play Cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten lives. Do you think they sit like monks in London, balancing the rights and wrongs? I’d have killed Mundt if I could, I hate his guts; but not now. It so happens that they need him. They need him so that the great moronic mass you admire can sleep soundly in their beds at night. They. You can call me Kishan and I am 19 years old.. I live with my parents and a younger sister named Rita. Let me tell you about my family. My mom, Madhu, is a housewife and she got married to my father Anil two years back I was born. They are both very fond of each other and share a good compatibility even when they have their k**s all grown up. My dad is a well-built person and has very masculine features. My sister Rita is a real beauty and she is well shaped with nice little budding breasts and. .. talking.... not quite believing that we are in that position. So he rolls over and puts his arm around me and kisses me. It was all history after that. We had some pretty good sex. He was great at kissing, pussy eating, fingering...he was just great! So after that night....Mark and I had a little thing going for about a month. I was pregnant with my first k**... forgot to mention that! :) But only about a month along when all of this started happening. Kyle would go to work and I'd go.