Every year Ananya astonished me with how much more beautiful she had become. Over the last half-decade my daughter had grown into herself, her lean fr...me rising to the statuesque height of her mother while her mind shot past mine in every respect.Traces of her youthful shyness still surfaced from time to time, but it was immediately clear that all feelings of childhood had fled for the moment. The air of the tent was thick, hot and humid with the unmistakable musk of feminine arousal. Ananya’s. Oh, god no. Tears came to my eyes as I heard the same noises that sprung throughout the village. I pulled up a corner of the weak wood that covered Kan's window and peered inside.My mother's long black hair hung against her bare back. Kan's hands were gripping her breasts as she rode him into his bed."I knew this would be great," My mother grinned and left me astonished."Mom!" I snapped both of their attention to me but failed to halt their movements, "What's going on around here?" It looks. And in the December of 2010, I was sitting in a hotel room in Goa thinking about these things while being impossibly alone and single. My girlfriend of two years had dumped me because she was going abroad to study and I wasn’t, and had left me broken hearted. My family had a laugh at my expense. I was alone, and thankfully two of my friends, Rishkesh and Sushant decided to drag my ass out of depression.Their cure was simple. A vacation in Goa.So, we planned ours out. My parents had some kind of. Her shorts were so skimpy that every time she bent over or sat down, I was rewarded with a brief shot of her labia on either side of the seam, and an occasional glimpse of her round breasts. She was obvious in her movements, and wanted me to see her. My sister was upset toward me, because Cherie had the attention that would have been hers had Cherie not been there. All through this torturous day, I tried in vain to make contact with Cherie’s inviting body, my cock actually becoming a little.