. and that's ... me..."Melinda stared as her bawling six-year-old self was pulled into her mother's lap."Oh, honey, what is it?" Penny said in a tende... voice.Young Melinda wailed for another minute before her mother could calm her down enough to talk. "Th-the ... the other kidsh ... won't shtop l-laughing at me..."Penny uttered a forlorn sigh. "Honey, I'm so sorry." Why c-can't I talk like them?! Why d-do I have to have thish shtupid lishp?!"Young Melinda went off on another bawling episode,. It was a strange taste to feel his tongue up against mine as his moved over and under it and quite enjoyed the many pleasurable sensations I got from this erotic encounter. I was quickly learning more about sex than I knew before not having ever done this with a woman. I could feel his hard cock throbbing as it was being squashed between us and his eyes were shining as we broke off the playing with each other’s tongue. ‘Will you kiss me down there now?’ he asked in a low voice, trying to. . Instead I was witnessing an older man disrobing…as he turned I recognized Tom. If this was filmed last night it must have been before the party…because Tom did not look as fatigued as he had at the party.I could not place the surroundings…it could be in someone’s home…it did not look like a motel room. Tom was meticulously folding and stacking his clothes as he disrobed. I could hear Suzanne’s voice in the back ground but she was off camera and I could not make out what she was saying.Tom. Com. Shweta wasn’t married then and she was helping our father. It was just in other apartment staying this rich south Indian family Rahul and his parents and rich but very kind and generous people. Rahul’s mother gave all her stitching of her clothes to Shweta in fact she use to go in their house and stitch their aunties clothes as they had a good sewing machine brought from outside.Rahul was a cute guy and we understood he use to be with different girls many a times. Rahul’s dad had his own.