Anger at the world for not being accepting of our relationship and for forcing us to put up this facade. The sex that ensued was always full of passio... and emotion one of us had to keep down for the few hours that the other had with their partner. Maybe it was make up sex? It was always rough sex. Clearly it was jealous sex. But for the one allowing themselves to be fucked it was truly apologetic sex. Sometimes I was in control and sometimes Ryan was and those times when Ryan was I knew I'd be. I had kissed her goodnight in years' past. I'd kissed her on the cheek, and even a handful of times on the mouth. But nothing like what she'd done. I stood there in shock. Not expecting anything like that, I'd done nothing. She just stood there. Said nothing. I just looked at her. She turned away without a word. And I made a decision.I reached out, pulled her backwards, and she stumbled awkwardly into my arms. I looked at her, and as she opened her mouth, I'm not sure if she was meaning to. I never missed a chance to see her breasts from the side. Mom knew I was watching her though I tried to do it secretly. We drove back home. It was holiday for me. For some reason mom stayed in her saree. She is beautiful in saree. After I changed into a boxer and t-shirt came to mom in kitchen. ‘Mom, you didn’t change?’ I said‘Should I?’ she said mischievously.‘No, mom stay in this saree only, you look beautiful’‘I know why you say this, I know about your glances at wrong parts’ she said. I was. Because she loved him.But when she formed the plan to keep her secret, she hadn't known Mike, not really.She hadn't known the staunch loyalty at his core. Loyalty that wouldn't allow her altruism to be wasted.He would do what he had to do because her love for Tiffany and himself was the force driving her willingness. He would continue put her through that hell whenever his urges became too strong.He could do it, he would do it, because he loved her.But that wasn't why we were staring at the.