Dad was fucking Mom. The creaking sped up and suddenly stopped. That was fast.I heard footsteps overhead, going into their bathroom, followed by a flu...h and running water. The steps then went towards the kitchen and stopped. Not heavy steps so I assumed it was Mom. No further noise.I played for another two hours before heading to bed. I thought about jerking off but decided to wait. I knew Karen would be showering in the morning, around seven, and set my alarm for just before seven. I would. Alice's and my coffee break was followed by lunches and dinners. Two weeks after our first meeting we spent our first night together. It was a memorable night with much better sex than I had dared to expect. Alice got me understand that she was the Miss Right for me. Three months later she and Lucas moved into my nice house that I had bought for money that I got as a hockey player. Ice-hockey is the most popular sport in our Scandinavian home town which is why even we part time professional. The intervening three years had seen some small improvements in my self-image, but not enough to give me the confidence to go and date. In conversation with him, all that fell away; I began to feel like a woman again. An attractive one at that. Where I'd become monochrome, I saw colour begin to emerge. He ignited a fire inside me: I finally felt alive again. Quickly we moved off the site onto Skype. The contact increased exponentially. My days became punctuated by contact with him. The icon. I was overwhelmed at her words n reached home after 20 minutes.I got a call from her n she asked me to be at her house in 30mins n gave me her address. I got freshened up n went to her house and rang her door bell out came a beauty whom I would have never imagined.She was wearing a light blue colour saree which was low navel one and a low cut sleeveless blouse her saree was a transparent one and I could clearly see her cleavage and my snake suddenly woke up forming a tent which she could easily.