I yelped suddenly as I stubbed my toe on something hard. I looked down and saw the wrapping paper from our frenzied opening of gifts strewn about the ...loor. It was as hard as a rock.I got an idea. To test it, I leaned over and slapped my dad on his inert cheek. It was cold, hard, and immobile."No way," I said quietly. I knew it was impossible, but I seemed to be in the moment between one second and the next. I absently scratched my nose. It felt... different. Softer, smoother somehow. Something. I need to see it.”Karen giggled a little and then stood up. She walked around her desk as I stood up too. I took another sip of my coffee.“Oh my God. Wow!” Karen suddenly said.I looked at her as I brought the coffee cup down from my mouth and noticed she was looking right at my crotch. “Oh SHIT! I’m sorry, Karen. I just… umm…”“Oh my God, Tom. You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. That’s for sure! Wow! I wish I could… Ummm. Oh my God. Wow! So... well, let’s take a look at it! Shall we?” she said. " I pressed up against her, our mouths nearly touching. "...a soul." And with that I kissed her and put my hand full on her breast. She folded into me, collapsing into the kiss as I reached my other hand around her butt. She was much more responsive than the girls my age. There was a desperation in her body. It was really erotic.That was mere minutes ago. Now, her sundress was falling off her shoulders, her bare skin exposed in the skylight above the kitchen island. I rubbed her pussy rapidly. ” “Woh toh hai. Kya mast biryani banai hai saali ne,” woh apni ungali chaatti hue boli. “Are tere biryaani mein toh meine apna masala daala hai,” meine haste hue kaha.“Maderchood thooka kya isme,” Chanda ne muh banate kaha. “Nahi bhosdiki raand. Huga ismei,” mein zor zor se hasne laga. Chanda ke khaate hue bola, “Woh raand hi kya, jo apne mard ka ghu na khaye.”“Saali aisi baat hai toh. Le khamera ghu,” maine Chanda ko niche leta diya. Uske muh pe apni gaand faila kar uske muh pe baith gaya..