” Well, there was no reason writing duplicate letters to Rachel and Mom. Anything he wrote one would be told the other.“So, I’m a bad son.”“...nd a bad brother.”“And, apparently, a bad uncle. Stan used to like to talk to me.”“That, for once, isn’t your fault.” From Rachel, this was a great concession. “He’s going through another phase. I asked about his going, and he’s not interested. He’s not interested in much, right now, and what he is interested in he’s not telling me.” That sounded familiar.. She came home very tipsy and shed all her clothes. She went into the kitchen of our apartment naked and was going to cook something, I don't remember what. I was kinda stunned, to see her drunk and now running through the apartment without a care in the world.However, the apartment companies lawn guys were gathered outside the sliding glass door watching with glee! I snatched her and took her to the bedroom out of their view and told her to put some clothes on.This happened a couple more times. I whispered in her ear that I was waiting for this moment from the day I seen you . you are just amazing and sex god for whom all the desperate men are praising to get laid. Love you.I lifted her saree to her waist and lowered her black panty. She was nude now . bent her little and and widen her thighs and placed my hard erected dick on her hairy pussy. With a little thrust I was able to slide my dick inside. I hold her hands and hugged her her tightly and thrusted my dick with force it made my. How do you know and why not?" How I know is I've been reading a few magazines, and some things online. These women talk about the fantastic orgasms they have. I know from their descriptions that I've never had one. And 'why not'is a long story." You mean dad never ..." Your father was wonderful provider, honey. But he was just a fucker, not a lover. And I was just a semen receptacle, a cum bucket."Oh, this just kept getting better. I've never heard her use the F word. Ever. And now she's.