D'oh! "I don't think so, Mom...I mean, other than some flimsynightgowns I got in St. Martin, and a long flannel one I bought inMontreal..." Well, y...u'll just have to sleep as you are. At least put a blanketover your legs so you'll be decent." I stuck out my tongue at her,thinking with chagrin about how after taking Europe by storm as a singlefemale, I was reverting to being her little girl! All of a sudden we were rolling. Just like that, the pilots gunned theengines and we were. I am so madly and deeply in love with her that I would like to marry her and have my babies in her. She is perfect, stands 5’4, up slightly above my shoulder. We make a perfect couple but I was the only one who thinks of this way until that one night, one double-sleeper bus journey. Most of us must have used or wish to use the night journey double-sleeper of a bus to have sex with any of your family relative (incest). It was one night when my chachi had to visit her parents in Kolkata. Chacha. The heat begins to fade again and you turn up the water, not wanting the dream to end. As you let the water fall onto you, you wish they where there so much to enjoy this time with you. The water continuing to fade no matter how high you turn the heat you reluctantly rinse one last time. Your front, then your back, then front again, and you turn the water off. Though, if you manage to do it just right, the dream doesn’t trickle down the drain with the water. You turn back and you imagine them. As she ran her tongue so expertly up and down my gland occasionally taking my spunk-bags into her mouth to suck on those too, she slid her free hand under her mini-skirt (one that I’d already tried on incidentally) and started to masturbate her clitoris as she did mine…I could hear her palpitations increase along with mine in the mutual excitement that we were both enjoying so much. The pleasure for me was SO intense and I think it was for her too, considering the kinkiness of what we were.