Without thinking about it, I let my hand drop to mychest. The gradual swelling beneath my slip, created by thepadded brassiere, reminded me of the way...Helen's breasts feltwhen I caressed her through her blouse. I shivered again andlooked at the clock. 7:10.This couldn't be real, it couldn't really be happening to me. Ithad to be a game! Or maybe she was testing me. She'd comethrough the door, glance at her waiting drink and at me dressedin this ridiculous fashion and kneeling beside the couch,. The idea of individuality is an illusion, a survival techniqueHomo sapiens developed during the transition from a hunting and gatheringsociety to one based on agriculture, when instead of living in extendedfamily groups women were confined to small, isolated farms. But as that'sa comparatively recent departure from the norm it can be eradicated fairlyeasily. All most of us need is something to kick-start the relevant mentalprocesses."Half-baked mystical claptrap dressed up as science. All bases. We came back in the evening and had packed our dinner to eat in our rooms.Shreya and Faruk had a big fight. So, Shreya decided to sleep with me and Chhaya while Faruk went with Vivek and Rachna. I quickly dropped my t-shirt and trousers and slipped into the blanket with just my boxers. Chhaya complained that how will Shreya change as the bathroom was outside and it was cold. She asked me to get out.I complained that I was also half-naked and will be cold. Shreya said it’s okay and just asked me. "Mom should have... well... you know... taken care of you." But she didn't! That's just the point. And the more she avoided me, the sexier you looked to me, until I thought I'd burst with love for you. I had to fuck you, Linda. Don't you see? I didn't really hurt you, did I? I made love to you. Sure I had to slap you around a little, but only until you behaved. If you're a good girl for me, I'll be real nice to you... like this." His fingers diddled her pussy and one teased her open, wet.