So, she spends some time with me after I return home in evening for her study. Divya has ever followed my advices regarding her study since she felt I...was like her guardian.Back in 2013, I used to be depressed due to work pressure and would be restless all while. Even after getting back home, I seldom had the mood to speak with anyone and not much of teaching Divya. My parents used to advise me about relaxing a bit but it was a far-fetched idea. I used to lose my temper and shout randomly.. " I can share!" I piped up, stunned by my own words.She hugged me, then. "Come here again, this Wednesday at 1pm." I would invite you to rest here whenever you like, but after this morning, you can't visit more often than regular patrons."She would be risking her own situation, I surmised. I stayed another hour, sobbing into tissues, alone, but away from the home that had become a prison. Ingrid shut me in the office while she re-opened the library. I left when her assistant arrived.1pm on. She did so, unbuttoning her coat and pulling it off. As she did so she had to arch her back as her arms bent back, which as the coat slipped away, showed off her extremely impressive bust-line. She wore a fairly tight white T-shirt, under which I could just make out the lines of her bra.She dumped her coat on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. I could see now she also wore a thick black skirt which ran down to just below her knees, some thick black tights and flat shoes. She wore a little. “Now, scat!”Amber climbed off the bed and kissed her sister as they passed each other. Ember climbed up on the bed and checked to make sure Roland was still hard and willing, then, without any preamble at all, climbed on and began fucking him.Amber watched them fuck, grinning as her sister shook her wet hair out all over Roland’s chest and stomach and making him laugh and cry out in mock protest. The stark contrast between the youthful looking, buxom blonde and the long, thin, older man beneath.