I open my eyes and look at him - his face only inches from mine seems carved from stone. I search his face for clues to his mood and find nothing. He ...atches me and knows my thoughts, sees my body vulnerable and available to him. I move my left hand to touch my face where he hit me and still he watches. I say nothing, not only from fear but from total lack of coherency. I can feel the throbbing of my ass, my thighs and my face where he has struck me. I cannot explain the rush of pleasure that. You were fucking like experts. Out with it”Vijay was laughing. I left Munna’s ear and pinched his foot. He howled.“Didi, stop. Please, you are hurting me……yes, you are right. We first fucked Renu mousi. About an year back” he cried.My hand stopped in mid air. I was shocked.“Renu Mousi, Mom’s sister? But she is so pious, religious….how did it happen?” I asked, after recovering.“She came last year to stay with us for few days. Mom went to temple. Dad was fucking her. You know, Dad. He never. He reached out with both hands. I felt the excitement of letting him touch them, massage them, and tease my nipples, making them taut and sensitive. I began to purr and arch for his touch. My hands were still roaming his chest and I played with his nipples in return.I could tell that Jack was getting turned on from watching us because he was starting to squirm in the chair and trying to adjust his crotch. Meanwhile, my right hand lowered from Peter’s chest and made its way down to his pants.. Absently, she wished he would touch her again as simply as he had before, but she was grateful that they seemed to get along just as well without the sexual tension they had in the hallway. "Caf-Pow. My drink of choice is Caf-Pow. Do you think we'll be able to get some when we're undercover?" Caf-Pow?" he asked, thinking about it and picturing a soda cup. Her expression was deeply concerned, and he realized it might be hitting her hard. "Extra caffeinated soda? I'm sure we can work it out,.