…………”Shweta, come here urgently” Bhakti, my MIL shouted from balcony next day morning.By now, in four years of marriage, I knew by her ton... if the purpose of call was to admonish, praise or show something interesting………or erotic. There is huskiness in voice if she wants to show or share something erotic in nature.I wondered what she could have found erotic at six A.M. Her voice was never huskier. I dried my hands on a napkin and went into the balcony. She leaned on balcony wall and was watching. 'Your Daddy encourage you to be like that'? Of course now I am older and more experienced in the ways of men and life, I could have given him an honest answer, but back then, words were, well, just words, and we just answered 'Yes', and 'No', as we thought necessary, if they pleased the person asking the question, so to his query, I said yes.This brought a huge smile to his face, 'Good Girl', he said over and over, murmuring more to himself than me.I looked down across the sand to where my. By all outward appearances I was a normal teenage boy. I had my circleof friends. We were geeky and nerdy. We loved to read and we would goto the movies to watch the latest sci-fi film that came out. I playedbasketball with my younger brother in our backyard. Nothing seemed outof the ordinary. Yet deep down inside I was harboring a secret and theevents in Washington were putting that secret into a bright, personal,mental spotlight for me that only I could see.Inside I was a girl; a normal. Lola was still tingling from her orgasm, so this had little effect for her, except to see the expression on Tony’s face. Tony was getting only minimally aroused, so he got off her tits, and stuck his dick in her mouth. She took it in slowly. It was only the head at first, but she eventually took him all in, deep-throating him. Tony quickly got frustrated because he didn’t like getting a blow job while he was on top, so he moved them around where they were both lying on the bed, side by.