The room looked like a bathroom. A big, brightly lit, white tiled bathroom with lots of white cabinets and trolleys. But what really caught the attent...on of the attendees was the limp figure of a small man hanging from the ceiling. They couldn’t see his face because of a red latex hood that was hugging his head so tight he must’ve had a headache from it. The hood had no holes whatsoever except for two small, green tubes coming out of where his nostrils would be. There was also a huge, weird. My wife said, “Pamela and I have worked things out. If she can fuck you then she can fuck me too. If you can fuck her then you damn well better be able to fuck me too. Now I want to see you fuck her in position thirty-seven.”I looked around for the book and found it turned over and opened so I turned it over and looked at it. It was opened to position number thirty-seven. It was sort of the basic missionary position with the man on top but with the women’s legs over his shoulders. So I pushed. "Why are you so tense? Relax" Vijaya muttered from corner of mouth.Rabbit was talking about general topics with Jehangir."How can I relax when I know I screwed bride's mother? What will the girl think? Why didn't you tell me before?" I hissed back at Vijaya."Is every thing ok?" Mandakini asked in a puzzled voice.Is it really possible for a mother to be so casual after having sex with her daughter's future husband?We assured her every thing was fine. Vijaya asked Mandakini to bring Prema since. ”“I’m not. Brad is my boyfriend, Dan’s son, but we’ve already talked about marriage.”“Does your boyfriend know his dad is fucking you?”“Yes he does,” she said, not caring several women entered the room, and they shared their first tender kiss.“Ahh, to be young again!” A woman sighed, watching the breast to breast embrace.“Look who I found, Daddy!” Abby said, approaching Dan and holding Heather’s hand.“We met in the washroom. She was cleaning up to visit you for another fuck.”“Hi Heather, nice.