.K-kya hua muh kyu khul gaya tumara pehle ye sab dekha nai h kyaM-dekha to h lekin ese dekhunga ye kabhi socha nai tha…Usne muje pehle anadar bulaya...nimbu paani pilaya for energy..jab wo kitchen me gayi mene turant usko piche se daboch liya…wo ghabhra ka boli…abhi time h chhodo muje..mene kaha me ek second bhi waste nai karna chahta..wo piche mudi or boli..3ghante hai hamare paas…Fir mene usko kiss di or apni baanho me utha liya or bedroom me le gaya fir uski body pe kiss karne laga lick karne. I could see the clasp of her suspender. I picked up my glass and took a sip then, slowly, I moved in front of her and dropped to my knees, my hands on hers. She smiled and opened her legs. I leaned in to bury my face between her breasts and lick her cleavage. Her hands went to my hair and her fingers ran through it. I let my hands find the strap over the shoulder of her dress and ease it aside and her two breasts were suddenly there, visible, the nipples hard and erect – dark against the pale. “And have you filled the beaker?” His mother asked. “Remember we are going to the hospital this morning.”“I haven’t forgotten.” Said his father with another long sigh. “I’ll do it now."Hearing his father starting to get up, Gabe quickly (and quietly) scooted off to his room.**********************************************************************************************************An hour later, the Smith family was up and about."Gabe, we are just popping off to the hospital. I don’t when we will. I did watch as she keenly undressed herself and let him run his hands along her legs as she looked to his pants while pulling them down to see his semi-hard member, letting it almost meeting her lips but not quite just yet. This was where their encounter graduated from sensual happenings to inexplicably sexual interactions and thus, the vernacular of their time together must change to properly convey what unfolded next. As he sat on bed with her curled up next to him, feeling his hands grasping.