I immediately ran down to Parvathi’s room and as I expected she wasn’t there. That night I had a mixed feelings, I was angry but at the same time ... was very excited about the whole thing and started masturbating. I was keeping an eye on Parvathi’s room to see when she returns. I didn’t know how the time passed in that excitement and saw Parvathi returning to her room and realized that it was 4.30am.From next day onwards I kept a watch on them for a month and noted that they fucked at least 4. We’re doing our biological duty. It’s ancient, part of the cerebral hardware.” “Really?” she said. “Okay, so after you’ve had your celebratory soft time, your triumph—if what you say is true—I suppose you’re musing on who your next cum slut should be. If you’re propagating the species and all that. Evolution. Fuck far and wide to assure that life, and in particular a life that resembles you, has your brown eyes and these lovely shoulders, goes on? Oo, yeah… that’s it, right there.” “Well, maybe. In my experience there’s nothing quite like a guy spunking down your throat. I can’t get enough of it. I came after 30 seconds of rubbing, and soaked the crotch of the pink pants I was wearing. My knees buckled, and I slumped to the floor shivering all over. My nipples were hyper-sensitive and rubbing agonisingly against the lace trim on my bra. I was on the verge of crying. I needed to know who the panty wanker was. I put my dirty underwear in the. ." and then she would just fade off and not say anything for a few more minutes. I looked into her mind and saw total chaos. Her mind was churning all the information I had said, along with myths and stories from her past as a little girl, of her father's great-great grandfather and of her mother's great-great-great grandmother, also some of the wild tales from Dad's family. She always thought they were fairy tales or just stories of fantasy. Now she wasn't so sure. In fact she wasn't real sure.