" He gave her a crooked smile. "Not fucking you is easy." She gasped and reddened, then laughed and laughed. After a moment, she asked, "Is it all rig...t for me to say I wish you could?" He hugged her. "Very much, my love. Very much all right." They drove back to her hotel in comfortable silence, with Carol snuggled up to his side like they were teenagers again. He pulled up to the front entrance to drop her off, and she kissed him lightly on the lips before she got out--then looked around. Go to that whore whose pussy you like more tham mine. You called her your sister before me. Dont you feel shame for fucking your sister? Get out. Fuck your sister!!!)” Dad thought it wise to leave. May be tomorrow mom will cool down.But at night mom took a bottle of whiskey and drank some of it. She began to mutter “Rahul, tera baap behnchod hai (Raj your dad is a sister fucker!!)” I was dying of shame but I had to put mom into bed. When she could not stand, I carried her in my arms to her bed.. He always told us, "Any fool can get an airplane up, but only a practiced pilot can land one." You had to set the wheels down softly, with no bounce for him to be happy. No fast landings, no fancy turn into a landing, always line up and glide in. He made me practice touching down and slowly lowering the tail. Any bounce there and you would be landing another five or six times.We had some very modern instruments to use for flying. One was a thermometer cabinet with a powered psychrometer for wet. He gets off and we are done. It get tiring after a while. I actually at times dread sex with him. I just want it to be about me sometime.” I looked Mrs. Hudson over for a few moments. I was saddened that this beautiful lady was not getting pleased by her husband. I almost felt angry that I let him fuck me, knowing that his wife deserved what he had given me the other night. I wished that I could do something for her. It was in the moment that I realized that maybe I could. I could help this.