I figured that if I could look even half as dangerous as Mum did right now, then I would do more good standing up and supporting Mum.“Where’s my k...ife?” whispered Tara. I glanced over my shoulder at her.“You keep Angie quiet and comfortable,” I said.Something that Tara saw made her sink down into the bath without complaining any further.“Besides,” I said to myself as much as to Tara. “If they get past Dad and then Mum and then me, a knife won’t do you much good, because they’d have to be using. T:We have to go to field soon , before others get up.I:Ok.I got ready for open toilet.She walked ahead of me , holding my hand in her one hand , while we both held a small mug of water in other hand and washed and clean and dry clothes on our shoulders.Soon the village disappeared and we reached near river. She called me and told me sit near her . Without waiting for me , she lifted her saree. Before It reached her pussy ,I turned my face and waled to a distance , where I could not see her. I. As the last few drops were shaken from his dick into her waiting panties she leaned up and kissed him again, releasing the waistband of her panties and moving her entire body right up close to his as she felt all his hot cum glazing her pussy. “Fuck.” Dennis whispered when they finally broke from the kiss. Chelsea was still holding onto his chest as he slipped his messy dick back into his damp boxers. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sticky warm cum she could feel oozing around her pussy. Her. "I go now...make dinner for you and master Kevin," she said,backing out of the room.She was a strange girl but hard-working, if not particularlybright, and very attentive. She was on a short contract andwould be flying back to Sri Lanka in a few weeks to marry aman she had never met, someone chosen for her by her parents.She didn't talk about it much, but I got the impression shewas less than thrilled by the prospect.When she had gone, I sat down at my desk and turned on mycomputer. It was time.