At these times, I was groped, they used the drink as an excuse, but I never complained as their hands touched me intimately, especially in the back se...t, where I choose to sit on their laps, as we all crushed into the car.Daddy was always drunk as were they, so I would choose the guy who showed the most interest in me, and climb in and choose his lap.I always wore a thin dress and always took my knickers off, as I had enough experience to know they groped my bum, feeling around for my knicker. I always drove with a full tank, but I guess I wasn't paying attention.I was meeting my boyfriend's parents for the first time and was a little pre-occupied on how that would be going down. My boyfriend and I have been dating for the last six months. My boyfriend Tim was working and was not able to pick me up and drive together to his parents. I told him I would meet him there.When I happened to look down at my fuel gage, I noticed I was running almost empty. I drove for the next ten miles,. Bhaiya was also working in automobile company in IT field. I was very shy in nature and used to hesitate while speaking with them but both bhaiya bhabhi were very frank. My room facing was in such a way that I could see their bedroom clearly sometimes by seeing their nodding I use to close my door as well as windows to make them feel free.Time passed and I started mixing with them, playing with kids and then our interaction started to be little open. We got to know each other like/dislike in. I ring David, my husband; again, this is to get the politeness and pleasantries out of the way so that I can have the evening to myself. I know it’s only six thirty but tonight is my night. He generally has a lot to say, and I know I will be desperate to get off the phone. I dip into the wine and water and even pour myself another pint.Its seven thirty and David is still fucking talking. Doesn’t he have dinner to attend? But he does, at last, say that he’s hungry and needs to eat. I tell him he.