“Sorry about that.”“I don’t hold it against you,” she replied with a smile. “It’s not like he was your dad or grandfather... or even gre...t-grandfather.“Besides,” she continued, her voice getting weirdly soft, “we seem to have been interrupted in the middle of something.”She pulled me back to the bed and dragged me in with her. I won’t say that it was my best performance as a lover, but how would you react if every minute you were making love, you were waiting for your partner to turn into. Arrian finally took his eyes, and his hand, away from her as I asked him a question."You are very young for Sarah to be your daughter," I remarked. I gave him a friendly smile, hoping I wasn't being too forward."Sarah is not really my daughter..." That was as far as he got before Little Sarah interrupted."I am too! He's my Daddy and I'm his daughter!" she said, her eyes daring anyone to disagree, before she was overcome by an attack of shyness and embarrassment and hid her face in his shirt.. This time too, I told Manu to stay at home for work. I took my nephew with me and he dropped me at the university.I was wearing a long shirt with jeans with a coat above it and a dupatta to hide my face. I also took a spare bra and panty in my purse. I did not know what would happen there. Many thoughts were running in my mind while walking towards the physics lab. The lab had the boundary of dense and tall bushes from all sides with a lot of trees.It was like nobody will be able to guess or. After that day we would meet and re-enact our passionate lovemaking.I was elated that I was the reason for Saira’s happiness. Well, time went by. One day after a marathon of lovemaking we were relaxing on the bed. Saira asked me if I would help her sister Nazia. She needed some help at her place. Ready to oblige I agreed.The next Sunday she took me to Nazia’s place. It was just a few minutes drive away. Saira Introduced me to Nazia who was the same built as Saira but 6 years younger. She lived.