I cleaned myself and came out of the washroom. Still, I hear her moans, but the bedroom door was almost all closed. I can’t see them in the mirror. ... heard only heavy moans from her.I never moaned like that when I had sex with my hubby and never experienced foreplay. I can understand how much she was enjoying him. I was desperate to see their live sex. But my heart was stopping me from breaking my barriers.It’s almost all 12 in the night, and they back to the living room.Shreya was wrapped up. She opened the door a crack and her heart sank to see that it was indeed her father-in-law, reeking of alcohol and looking for some "entertainment".Her head hung n dejection, Marsha opened the door and stood aside so Norman might enter.But instead he stood expectantly. "Well?" he asked gruffly.Marsha had hoped he would have forgotten his demands from the other night, but it was not to be."Come in honey," she said as instructed. "Come in and fuck your whore." He smiled and entered, then waited. “You know... I just can’t get my head around you,” I reply in all seriousness.She greets me with a look of wonder as I move my hand to tuck her hair behind her left ear.“You shouldn’t let your hair cover your face,” I say with a hint of affection, hoping not to sound condescending.She feigns a sweet smile as she looks off to the side, obviously slightly embarrassed. I shift my weight a little forward so that I can lift her head with two fingers. She looks back up at me. I use the back of my. "Iguess I know how long it lasts then. I got maybe two and a half hours outof that sample of the drink." He frowned, tilting his head at hisreflection in the mirror. "I don't look that different, do I?" He liftedhis left arm up and flexed it. "I guess it was always kind of ridiculousto expect that a weird body transforming beverage would somehow allow meto add muscle mass or-"He froze, staring at his arm as he flexed it.He had BICEPS.They were small. Girly, even, but there was muscle.