My girl friend, Tracey, was first on the scene. She didn't help matters."Where's Dylan"? she yelled. "What are you doing back in town? Why areyou wear...ng Dylan's shirt?"Then her 18-year-old daughter Megan barged in."Mom, what's going on? Why are you screaming? ... Kaylee, OMG! I thoughtyou moved to Florida!"Still looking in the mirror at a reflection that definitely was notmine, I paused for breath. Big blue eyes stared back at me in disbelief,as the blonde girl in the mirror clasped her face. The couple used to have sex regularly, but her husband always refused to behave the way I am(drinking her piss, slapping me with slippers etc.,) I assured her that she could fulfill her every wish on me. She felt very happy by listening to those words. We both had lunch together which she prepared in her home itself.While eating, she made me sit down and eat. After the lunch, she submitted herself to me and informed me that I can do anything with her body. I removed her saree. There she was,. She saw me looking at her too. She didn't mind though, she tease me by bending over pretending to pick up something. Her loose shirts and tight blue jeans showed her big bust and round ass. She looked at me when she did it. I always acted like I wasn't peeking, but her and I both knew I was. Zach finally left for college and I had left my cell phone charger at his house. Since I was only 16 I was still stick in high school. I went over to retrieve my charger. I knocked on the door and his mom. By that time, the crowd had thinned and I had to announce to the remaining diehards that the party would be ending in forty five minutes. The house wasn't wall to wall graduates as it had been earlier; the ones that remained were bunched into groups. I heard snatches of things said such as "I'm leaving for boot camp in six weeks" and "classes start in August. My folks want me to get a summer job until then." Occasionally one or another of the grads would thank me for the party. None of them.