The devil under sheets was rising. She was laying down under the night sky with skirt up to her thighs and lowered to her exposed lower back’s cleav...ge.Randhir was aroused by her daughter’s beauty. He spilled some oil over her lower back and slipped his hand under her skirt feeling the flesh of her ass. He was now really navigating her corners. He unties the knot of Nandita’s skirt and made it loose, He was really not just massaging her. The pain was gone and it was replaced by the relief of. Helen joined us just before the taxi arrived and her raised eyebrow at the obviously tipsy Beth made me blush. Once there I had a few drinks, chatted to some boys, danced a little but all the time I was conscious of Beth, making sure she had a full glass as often as possible and of Helen, sitting in the corner as usual with her bottle of cider, teasing the boys, the girl they all wanted but none of them could have. Just after midnight the inevitable happened and Beth fell over. To be fair she. We kissed and, somehow, the kiss lingered just a bit longer than it perhaps should have done. We looked at each other and kissed again – and again. That too became a more regular occurrence – all quite innocent though. Then, over Christmas, we visited some relatives for a f****y gathering. We played cards and I found myself sitting on the floor facing Doreen. She was sitting on the sofa. As we played cards, I found I was getting a lovely view up her skirt. She was wearing tights but also a. It appeared that nobody was prepared to employ him with his previous employment reputation. Financially, he was about as far down the chain as one can get. His current employment was at the minimum wage and he was struggling to meet his Child Support commitments. I made the approach to him and he almost bit my hand off so eager was he to redeem himself. He asked after his kids. He told me it was breaking his heart not to see them as often as he would wish, but without any spare cash, he could.