At some moment Honey had become a slave to her own passion and now every movement was natural, the sly techniques that every woman possessed and used ...hen she meant to have a manI was positive of it. Because the moment the half-slip had fallen to the rug and she'd kicked it aside, the record had ended. There was no more music; but Honey continued her dance because she was completely unaware of the stillness in the apartment.She was now topless. She was a wild and wanton woman who squirmed her. I used to share the bed with my father. However, on this day since he was drunk he shifted himself to a spare bed in another room.Everything was going fine until at about 11 PM at night when I heard some sound. I thought perhaps some thief had entered our house. So I quietly crept to catch and crawled in the verandah. When I peeped through the window of my father’s room I was thunderstruck. My father was lying in bed in deep sleep. Farheen was standing near the bed, looking a little tensed and. Now she was bottomless covered to the knees in flowing filmy black fabric. I studied her for a while, and she stood and let me. Then I led her to the bed.Our love making that night was gentler then Christmas Eve. We spent hours exploring each other's bodies finding the sensitive spots. Somewhere along the line, I lost my pants, but Chris wore her caftan all night. I enjoyed darting under it to find her breasts with my mouth. I learned that her most sensitive spots were the backs of her thighs. I need to get the blueberries in before they rot or something happens to them. I need to get the wheat harvested before the rain and wind destroys most of it, and I need to get the corn in. Of course, I can also add that I need to bring in all the meat I can before the animals migrate – if they migrate. Shit! Every one of those things is a priority.”He peed in his piss/brain bucket, undressed and joined the chick who groggily snuggled to Morales’ side, cheeped quietly a couple of times and was.