Mostly feelings and images. Some of these images are artificial, told to me by others or from pictures in the family album. I know that my Papa played...Barrel of Monkeys with my sister and me on one of our birthdays, but I don’t really remember the event. I always had the impression that pictures were meant to capture a moment and remind you, to trigger the memory. That picture is my only memory of that moment in time, that experience. It is black licorice that triggers my most vivid memory. Not. Two sets of double swinging doors mark hallways, one on each side of reception. There's also a third door with a broken stairs sign mounted above. Sunlight is coming in through large windows in this room, but the hallways are dark tunnels leading back into the main building.I hesitate, growing the courage to explore further, overcoming the uneasy feeling this place gives me. Putting on my headlamp, I start down a hallway. There are evenly spaced doors on each side leading into rooms, each. She shook her head, laughed and made a strange sound. “Aaahhhh! That is so good, your cock in my mouth!” “You can have more of that, if you want,” he replied and she put his cock back in her mouth before he had finished that sentence, sucking it as if her life depended on it. After some time she had to take a quick break to grasp some air, and when she was about to continue sucking, he said: “No, wait!”. She stopped, her mouth open, her tongue touching the tip of his cock. She looked up to him,. Maya immediately took her saree and ran inside. I too grabbed my clothes and came inside. Maya said, “Beta, forget about it. Now come with me to our room and arrange your clothes in the cupboard.We went naked to the room and quickly arranged my clothes. Now it was dinnertime and both of us were really bored of cooking food. Now Maya gets a call from the neighbor who saw us fucking. She invited us for dinner. Maya quickly wore her saree and I wore my clothes and we quickly went to her neighbor’s.